Tower Bridge, London

Tower Bridge, London. Warm lights kiss the stone as evening settles into deep blue.

You stand by the river and feel the city breathe, a slow pulse rising with each shimmer on the Thames.

A red double decker slides across the span, the small thrill of being exactly where you should be. The night tastes of salt and diesel and a little rain, a recipe this city serves with a grin.

In that glow you feel carried forward, calm and strong, part of a long story that loves survivors.