Never understood why it was the naked city. She's never naked. She's clothed in secrets, darkness, and decorated with lights that cast long shadows over her flaws.
I adjusted my hat, pulling it low over my brow, zipped up my jacket, and stepped out from the canopy. The rain. The city didn't wear the rain, that came from above. Most people thought they were the tears of angels. But no one could ever say if they were from joy or sorrow. I stepped into the shadows. My city wasn't perfect, but she was beautiful to me, and my job was to fix those flaws. Maybe I was one of them.