Nighttime in New Orleans

The music of Heart to Heart boomed in my ears, and the car ride back was smooth and straight as a wooden table. I stared at the city for one last time, and took in its glory. The nighttime pulled the bright, neon lights into the open, making the buildings in the back blend in like gray shadows. The Super Dome had the usual rainbow spotlights on the curve, making it sparkle like the ocean on a sunset. But the night sky put it all to shame. The moon shone against the inky blackness, and the tiny stars reminded me of tiny white fireflies from my summer camp. We descended to the dark bridge, the orange lights the only thing to light the path.

The car passed that eagles nest I see when passing through the cities. I can almost see the eagle's head perking up from its nest. I then looked through the other window, to the black Pontchartrain Lake, it's miniture waves overlapped on the sandy coast. The car then passes to the grassy landscape, which was mostly made up of tall grass surrounded by small bodies of water. The moon reflected off of the water's ripples. My eyes were overwhelmed at the mystery of this nature, and my eyes started to drift. I lets my eyes close, as my dreams overtook me.