Literature
79th Street Station pt. 28
79th Street Station pt. 28
At first, she thought it was a firework. Sparks of orange and yellow light falling like a curtain across the sky. Embers forming and disappearing, as if a living, growing canvas unfolded from the mountains to the bay. Millions, no billions of golden pearls luminated the whole San Pedro Basin. Sarah leaned back her head, mouth and eyes wide open. As if she sought to devour the sea of golden shimmer with flesh and spirit. She knew that she should be confused by the complete silence. Even in the dead of night, the entire Basin teemed with life and industry. Freight trains and barges hauling raw materials. Eighteen wheelers distribution spare parts, tools, machinery, and rugged boots and canvas clothes. Commuter trains and trams servicing the millions of commuters along the fine web of light rail lines.
Red and dark orange drops of shining trails of light flickered, waved, and danced above her head. Say for the hues, almost like the heartbreakingly beautiful
