I would have taken a picture, but you can just imagine it instead. [I was driving and had precious cargo.]
On our way home it was night and Gray marveled at the Christmas lights (a neon shirt and tie in a dry cleaner's window, a glowing hamburger in a diner). Any lights this time of year are Christmas lights to little him.
The city has a mouthful of buildings as tall as the clouds and thousands of sparkly scales were lit as we drove by. Through shiny tunnels and steel bridges and long, long roads taking us back to our warm, colorful home.
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