The rumbling buses of the 16th Street Mall vibrated under my feet, the notes of a violin dance along the breeze, a street preacher praises God. The din of the city rings off its majestic towers of marble and steel.
Fried food permeated the air of the 16th Street Mall as people scattered throughout like ants on a hill. Downtown Denver was alive with the kinds of all folks. The busy hustle and bustle steadied as the masses marched up and down the concrete paths.
Soon, the late afternoon sun, heading towards its bed behind the Rockies, dipped and painted the city with its beams of gold. The light glinting off the steel and glass making the shadows dance with its reflections.
Children’s laughter echoes into the past as they skate beneath the shadow of the D & F Clock Tower. The din quiets as the sun dips behind the Colorado peaks.