WaterFire

As I sit there, feet dangling over the water, the water sloshing against the bank, the bank flooded with people enjoying their night. 

The crackling of the fire, ashes rising from the flames as it is rebuilt. 

Oh to be one of those people riding on the Gondolas. Gliding by the fire as I feel the heat hit my face.

Illuminating my awe with the same orange hue the flame gives the water below.

It all feels like a scene straight out of a romance movie. I sit imagining how it would look if it was my movie. 

The city lights above shine bright, but nothing can take my attention away from the beauty in front of me.