Climbing steps to a darkened roof top, I open a door in to the chilly night air I step out on to tar gravel that slides beneath my feet. I walk out into the darkness and move towards the edge of the man made mountain that towers  high above the streets below. I feel the wind blow into my face as it rushes up the side of the glass and steel. I look out on to the land scape and see visions of wonder. Thousands upon thousands of lights shine up brightly from the streets below. Each one like a star radiating their cold light up towards the tops of mans monuments. I stand in silence as I watch the lights form lines running this way and that. I follow them with my eyes, admiring their symmetry. As if they were a map going to some distant place, they light up the road ways and side walks. For a little while I get lost in the beauty and serenity of the view of the city. It helps me escape the grit and toil that lies just beneath the surface of artificial beauty that we have created to hide our true selves.