I stand upon this heather-covered hill
overlooking the city strip snaking below
and lite up in electric glory
ablaze with taillights and neon signs
headlights and storefronts,
the surounding hills dotted with
the warm glowing windows of homes.
A warm Spring breeze touches me
heavy with the scents from below
chinese, mexican, and burgers frying
gas fumes and asphalt mixes with
the sweet smell of the heather
the song of a city night
horns and thumping bass
faintly reaches me here on this hill.