Sky Canopy

Beneath the steadfast spine of stone and steel, a river of color learns to breathe. Balloons gather like borrowed suns, each one holding a small promise of escape, tethered yet dreaming. The bridge becomes a sky turned upside down, lanterns standing guard as if they, too, are surprised by this sudden joy. Cars pass quietly below, humbled, while light and color stitch wonder into the ordinary. Here, gravity loosens its grip, and the city remembers how to look up.