49. The Spiral of City Lights

City lights spiral through the evening like veins of energy running through the streets. Neon signs curl over sidewalks, traffic lights loop into intersections, and car headlights trace arcs along bridges and avenues. The motion is constant, a rhythm that bends around buildings, alleys, and overpasses, folding energy into patterns that pulse with life.

I stand on a balcony overlooking the city at dusk, watching lights fold into one another. Each glow arcs into the next, some fading, others intensifying, forming spirals of colour and movement. Even the most fleeting spark contributes to the larger pattern. The city itself breathes in these spirals, and I feel my presence merge into the rhythm.

Life mirrors this spiral. Decisions, encounters, and emotions twist and return in loops. A conversation sparks an idea, which curls back into reflection, then flows outward into action. Each spiral is both local and connected, just like the network of lights below.

Even chaos carries order. The spirals of movement in the city teach attention, patience, and awareness. I notice small details: a lone bicycle light weaving between cars, a shop sign flickering, the gentle swirl of fog lit by streetlamps. Each is a part of the spiral, contributing to the pulse of the night.

As I breathe in the cool evening air, I see how the spiral of city lights folds into my own perception, reminding me that motion, connection, and energy never truly stop. Everything curls, loops, and returns, endlessly, beautifully alive.