What I miss most was running to the window,
Trying to catch sight of the roaring cars below.
We noticed others were just as curious,
One man sat on the curb to watch,
Another looked out of his apartment and smoked.
Our white curtains danced with the warm breeze
as the night began to make her entrance.
We laughed as we guessed what the drivers were up to.
From street racing to filming the next movie in our favorite franchise.
The setting sun and the pastel sky cast a glow
that made us feel like we were in a palatial painting.
starlight & stanzas 