October 5th, 2016
I first caught the golden glow of the Parliament building through the scuffed up window. As soon as it happened, I shot my gaze down and then back to the indoor of the tram, to the riders making this crossing with me. Few of them looked out the window. They had seen it before, but I was waiting for a big reveal. I didn't want anything in my way.Not a minute later, I was there, standing against the railing and I could feel the night's first raindrops plopping themselves down into my hair. The black Danube stretched out from under my feet until the black river mixed with gold champagne, like brackish water. The flow of the river smudged the light on the landscape like how an artist might smear color with the outside edge of a knife. At the source of this haze was the Parliament Building, beaming golden light from the banks of Pest, casting its glow across to the tall hills of Buda. It was sharp and exact, shadows cutting down through the facade in straight black lines.
It didn't look like a building. It looked like a cutting of gold foil clinging to a charcoal-covered canvas.