The hotel tower was red. It stood glistening and gleaming in all its borrowed red-light jewels – calling softly “paint the town red tonight”.
Red and effervescent, the tower shone like a torch- a column of energy blazoned against the jet black night sky.
It hovered like an overly tall dancer – full of passion and promise -poised on the shore ready to cartwheel across the bay.
It intrigued me. What a clever idea to get the city into mid-winter festival mode by transforming key structures into red show stoppers. I certainly felt like painting the town red as a result.