Incredible View From Top of Urban Jungle

The world was unfolding beneath me as I climbed the summit.

The air, clean and fresh, touched my skin. Clouds, soft as cotton balls, floated lazily across the sky, their borders illuminated by the weak light. Distant, mountains rose, fertile, immortal, silent giants standing over the earth.

Beneath me, the city was cracked—miniature houses huddled together, streets winding like silver threads. Sunlight panned part of it, making windows shine like tiny diamonds. The greater part of the urban sprawl was quiet and dark,” and “The greater part of the urban sprawl was quiet and obscure.

The silence was broken only by the gentle rustling of the wind. From up here, the city was both busy and tranquil, a living thing held between hills and sky.

Like nature, cities have relief – hectic streets and peaceful nooks, all surrounded by a larger context. From the top of this concrete jungle, I saw where it ends and begins, small but alive In.

Long after I had gone, the scene still remained steadfast in my mind : the silence of the elevation, the spread of the city, the distant mountains. A frozen second where man- made and nature took hold.