The air was warm, a cool breeze still lingering. The sun was setting, painting beautiful pink and golden streaks over skyscrapers and spires. Thirty-one stories above it all, my aunt Laura and I sat perched on a balcony watching the world unfold beneath us. We leaned against the railing, the city lights flickering to life like fireflies during dusk. We sat there creating intricate stories behind each body stumbling along the cracked sidewalks. We watch the scene, not saying a word, but enjoying the moment and each other's company. We didn't need words to fill the silence. Just being there, side by side, taking in the magic of the city was enough.