Two Cities

Walking down the streets, I couldn't help but notice the red, white and blue decorating nearly every corner. Every light colored building shines in the sun as men and women in suits walk in and out of large metal doors. How different it looks from my hometown, which is less busy and less bright, and much more hilly. My hometown is not full of politicians and congressmen, but its workers are the blue-collared kind. Each city has its own story and own heart; that city remembers the red, white and blue at all hours of the day, and mine holds the black and gold as a religion. Each is beautiful in its own way and while I bleed black and gold, I hope I can bask in the red, white and blue someday.