Autumn City Lights

✦ Autumn City Lights — MUSE.TV Moodscript

The rain falls in rhythm,
threading silver across the night.
Streetlamps glow in amber,
their light bending across the stones like molten gold.

She moves through the storm with certainty.
Her coat alive in the wind,
her stride deliberate,
as if the city itself had written this moment for her.

From the haze of a jazz bar,
a saxophone leans into the night.
The melody brushes against her,
a secret only she understands.
She smiles, and carries it forward.

Every reflection becomes part of her story.
Every shadow, every lamp, every note
leans toward her passage.

She does not walk to arrive.
She does not walk to escape.
She walks because this is who she is —
part of the rhythm,
part of the night,
part of the scene.

And when she crosses the bridge,
she does not look back.
She carries the city forward with her,
woven into her stride,
unfolding into tomorrow.