In the night, all things come alive beneath the neon golden lights. It is the time in which lovers embrace, friends gather for laughter, drinking, and dancing; solitary souls sigh gazing up at the moon, uncertain fears are projected into the darkness, and all sleepers dream. The city shines with approximated sunlight, extending our vision, offering a false sense of security, and prolonging the time available for activity. It is a strange thing, the city night, and amidst all the joy and sorrow of every night, there is Beauty, silently calling out almost everywhere I go. This is what wants to be painted, wants to be shared.