Still standing like Rocky after all his fights -- battered, bruised, but all heart. Because underneath the steel and concrete, it’s a softy.
And as I stand here, daydreaming and staring at my future, there’s something in the distance that catches my eye. There is more to see than just these outlines. Every image that I spot on this skyline is made up of tiny separate parts. And when I focus and look more carefully, I recognize these ...