The stench of burning cigarettes and greasy pizza perfumes the city air.
A block away and it can be heard blaring from the shop's doorway,
Shattering the sound of car horns with thick, sultry basses and high, sharp guitars.
The drums pound through the concrete with each eager step.
The chills break down my spine as their voices blare through the speakers, echoing in my ears.
I can relate:
I can feel the emotion they are trying to elude.
A warm embrace among strangers and friends.
The atmosphere is beautiful.
This home is beautiful.