If it wasn't for a detour, we would have never come up through Mt. Washington early this morning, and it's been a little while since either of us have been here. Normally I would avoid this area because of the traffic and revelry. I empathize with its residents for I too resent revelers using any neighborhood as their toilet.
However, the fact that it was between 1 and 2 A.M. during the week made Mt. Washington's cliffside viewpoint tranquil rather than obnoxious.
There was no bass to heard, no wannabe superstars, no orange bimbos, just quiet beauty to behold and the warm summer air to caress us.
Being here directly after attending a loud concert was like soaking my feet after walking all day.
I had forgotten how spectacular Pittsburgh looks when The Moon gets the upper hand. She's still one ravishing creature after all these years.
Come up here late on a weeknight, if possible, with someone special to you.