<span style="color: #800000">The city doesnâ€™t stop when the sun goes down. Suddenly ablaze with electric lighting, every car and window is set to glowing. In the spring, the wind comes rushing down between the towers of office buildings and shopping centers. Trash whips across the sidewalks through the legs of hurried people passing through on the way to their hurried jobs and the rest of their hurried lives. At a theatre a show lets out, and the crowds pushing out nearly trample those pushing in.<br/><br/>Above the busy streets, the world is different. Strange shadows fly, lit from underneath by the glow of the world below. Seldom few lives venture so high - sometimes the distance is in excess of a hundred stories. Unobstructed by surrounding buildings, the wind here whips faster than ever, chilling metal surfaces to a frosty sting. The bellowing roar of activity and crowded lanes of traffic falls off to a steady murmur there on the top of the world.<br/><br/>Fifty stories above the buzzing theatre thereâ€™s a lighted sign hanging out above empty space, two tons of electricity and iron held in place by three foot diameter metal rods and yards of suspension coils. Hidden from the world behind thousands of flashing light bulbs and iron casing, thin legs dangled carelessly into the air below. The wild turbulence disturbed only the clothes and blood-red hair of the figure; her balance was impervious. Nearly invisible in the night, she went unnoticed by the passers-by on the street fifty floors down.</span>