New York

As I walk down the paved streets, my eyes flit past the flashing, in-your-face neon signs, the tourists with over-prices Nikon cameras, and I smile. People dodge my small suitcase and hurry on their way. I look up at the sky scrapers illuminated by the deep orange sun, and the small specks of light streaming out of the tiny windows.
I remember the song, 'Concrete jungle that dreams are made from', but I soon forget, getting caught up in the magic again. I wander past Madison Square Garden and crane my neck to see a glimpse of the concert in full swing.
New York.

Sorry its so short! @Irrational_Kimmi