I thought to myself take a deep breath. Smell the air, the fresh pine of the forest, the salt with the water. Feel the wind run its fingers through your hair; hear how it whispers in your ear, and know how it's soft touch makes you smile. Feel the fast beating of your heart, the clammy feeling in your hands, and know that this is all because you are finally here, in a place where if you're careful your dreams will come true. Look bellow at the beautiful bright lights and how they wonderfully twinkle at night. Look at the buildings so high they could almost touch the heavens. Feel the excitement In the jungle of fast paced cars and honking delivery trucks. Feel the warmth of a friendly strangers hello, and waving smile. Hear the fog horns of huge cargo ships, and imagine the calm steadiness of the sail boats. See the spotlight of the lighthouse out in the unknown depths of the brainy deep. Stand barefoot with sand between your toes, and cool water washing over your feet. Hear the waves crashing against the shores, and always remember how this feeling has only ever come a few times before.
It's the feeling you get on the very first day you've ever gone to school. That feeling in the split second of thought right before your very first kiss, and the very first time you say I love you while actually meaning it. When nervous is good. When clammy hands means changing hearts. That point when you realize that one of your biggest dreams has come true.
I never thought life would take me here this fast. To this place; and yet as I stand a top this mountain looking down bellow. I know, in my heart. This; is what I was born for. This. IS, my city.
