Arius Arc

Glittering purple twilight faded into dawn as the last of the shimmering stars disappeared into the night. The sun rose once again, ever-burning and bright as it ever had been. It shone with the kind of golden glow that tells the world tales of how strength is seen differently through other’s eyes. How gorgeous is tough and how you cannot be judged by anyone that knows less about you than yourself. The sun set into position in the sky, nestling between the fluffy white clouds for a restful day at home. It shone boldly and brightly on the Arius Arc, making it shimmer in the light of a new day. The river beneath the bridge sparkled as the blossoms from the trees above spun into the shimmering water. The river was so clear, you could see the fish swimming through. All sizes, shapes and colors, swimming carelessly through the water. The fish were just as memorable as the view itself. Watching them swim happily down with the flow of the river with the perfect view behind them as the flowers spun slowly and rhythmically, landing in the water where the fish swam. The small, light pink blossoms swirled through the air, touching gracefully onto the water like the most light-footed ballet dancers. They continued to float down the river, continuing past the Arc, floating down to where the river ended. Shimmering silver lanterns lined each end of the bridge, with glittering crystals  set into the top, just below where the flames rest when the moon and stars light up the night sky, while the flickering flames light up the bridge. The gems glittered in the lighting as the flames flickered in and out of sight. The golden sparks disappeared moments later, the light from the sun taking their place. The beauty of the bridge and its surroundings really was breathtaking. Every bit of the view was undeniably gorgeous. Many people surrounded the sight, no matter the time. Whether the sun had set and the wolves were howling, or the moon was gone and the flames were out. Early on, small children circled the river, dashing up and down the riverbank, over the bridge. In the evening and at night, young couples and large families gathered around, making memories and having a good time. The Arius Arc was the perfect place for anyone who wanted time with the people they loved. The Arius Arc’s beauty was not lessened by the small ice cream stains and muddy footprints left on the pavement. In fact, the stains only made it more perfect. They made the Arc look like it had spent forever being painted over by memories. Like the marks of unforgettable experiences. And the people surrounding the Arc made it obvious that, even if the marks eventually disappeared, the memories last forever. They would never fade.