Tom stood on a walkway overlooking a large pool. Fish cut lines in the water. One broke the surface to grab a floating snack. Nights like these were his favorite. When a calm fell over city. What was it about some days that felt more hectic than others? Why were some evenings filled with a buzz of energy while others, like tonight, were peaceful?
“Why not?” he asked himself aloud. “People have good days and bad days. And what is city if not a collection of people?” he grinned, pondering that. Does a city have needs, does it have wants? Of course it does.
What does a city need? To be cared for, to be cleaned, and kept safe. If a concept applies to a human body, there’s a good chance you can find a correlation to a city. What is true for the smallest organism is true for the largest.
Tonight the city was at ease. All was well. Tom watched a small swarm of drones build an office on the side of a towering skyscraper, its top vanished into the clouds. He leaned against the walkway’s railing and watched cars zip by overhead.