Las Vegas – Pot of gold

San Francisco twilight It was a clear night in San Francisco, twilight started to settle overtaking the sky like a mother over her child. As the sun went down, the buildings lit up like stars against a dark sky. The Golden Gate Bridge glowed brilliantly in the distance, reflecting city lights.

The lights flickered down the strip, competing with the bright lights of the Neon-signs started to illuminate the sky. The smell of dust, cigarette smoke, and alcohol permeated the air. The night-clubs had just gotten back into full swing. The music was loud, and the drinks were flowing to keep up with demand.