The first thing that struck me that morning, was the dramatic sky with its hues of crimson and yellow. I had never seen anything like it before.
There was something in the air. There was magic in the sky.
But that was not what gripped me. The play of the silhouettes of the wires against the sky was what struck me the most. The sky was just a background today. A prop. The show stealer was the story that the wires had to tell. The way they were interwoven. How they delicately balanced each other. Their majestic and imposing presence.
The small buildings below looked on in awe at them.
Everything was still, like it was supposed to be.