The aroma of the cafés, slithering, snake like under passerby’s noses, beckoning them. A whiff of odors collide, perfume, freshly pressed clothing, a pang of exotic spices, creating one huge slap of smell, wavering over the city.
Buildings like mountains, tower over, windows blinking, lighting the view below. Street lamps flicker, eerily, on, off. Large crowds move, like a waterfall, no mercy. A distant rattle as shops close, ominous figures lurk in the alleys, where only shadows show.
A gurgle you here, beneath, where the sewage crawls, home to the vermin, the ones who tip tap across streets, leaving screams wherever they go. Bus stops stand, like soldiers, awaiting their commands.
A light drizzle falls, tip tip tip, a rhythm, peaceful, serene. A downpour, roaring, echoes across the city. Slowly subsiding, leaving the buildings gleaming, newly polished.
And there, where no man ventures, a lone recycle bin stands, lost, forgotten.