Lying there on the floor of the highest-level with her, Basking in the surrealism of that night. The open-topped roof of a multistory car-park awash with wayward radiance from orange streetlights; Their fading glare trapped by the city's cloud-cover, The soft glow dimly illuminated our bodies. Precipitation gracefully descending in a fine drizzle, seemingly endless; The falling mist causing an apparent bloom as sodium-vapor lamplight spread through and through. This strange photon blossom, Intangible and awesome.
My mind intoned one silent word: Renew.
We saw urban torches expel their artificial light and give way to the skyglow of streetlamps in bloom. We lay back and watched the city breathe as the floating masses of water swooned. And I felt the sky collapse around us as surreality became our coupled theme. Romantic ******'s American dream.