It was late evening; the golden glow of lamps illuminated the archaic renaissance buildings. The stillness of the night was profound, like the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air.
I gazed out towards the magnificent cast iron bridge spanning the great breadth of the river. The streetlights emanated a warm light, reflected in the flowing river. The whirling wind danced around me, intermingled with the gentle sound of running water.distant lamps I looked out yonder towards the old city, enchanted by the soft glow It seemed the bridge was a gateway between the past and present. For long moments I stared out from under the embrace of this magnificent structure. My thoughts were entranced and calmed by the golden glow upon mysterious waters.
Pausing along the banks of the old town I looked out across the river. The night air gently caressed my face as the sound of the water flowing soothed my thoughts. The golden glow of lights illuminated the bridge brilliantly as it stretched forth, traversing the great expanse of water decorated with dancing lights. A sense of adventure stirred my heart, as I crossed the vast iron bridge, stepping onto an archaic cobblestone road. The transformation was immediate as I entered the old section of the city. Disappearing into a secluded street, I paused and looked down the empty street, illuminated by the warm glow of street lamps. Beautiful facades of buildings from a bygone era manifested their magnificence in the stillness of the night.