Dancing on the waves

The mist and the fog sought a different holiday destination.. cleansing everything behind with hues of freshness and pride.. 

the buildings stood tall, their reflections diving into the sea.. the streets lit up like festival lights as far as the eye could see.. 

dipping and stretching.. dancing on the waves.. celebrating their own presence, on a natural stage.. 

the moon bowed gallantly to the stars, twinkling in the sky, asking for just one dance.. 

the wind flew light and free, pitching each sound effortlessly.. every plane calling out a greeting.. or goodbye..