Nashville Skyline Cumberland Sunset Countdown Timer

The sky over Nashville that evening went through every colour it had in about twenty minutes, and the river caught each one and held it a second longer than the clouds did. That tower with the two spires is the one everybody calls the Batman building, and honestly once you have heard it you cannot see anything else. I was on the pedestrian bridge on the east bank, standing with a line of other people who had all had the same idea, phones out, elbows on the rail. Below us the Cumberland was flat and pink and completely still, which almost never happens, and the whole skyline stood in it upside down, blurred at the bottom where a duck crossed and broke the surface. Somebody was playing a guitar badly somewhere behind me, and it was so on the nose that I almost laughed. Downtown got its lights on one building at a time. A couple beside me were arguing quietly about whether to stay for the last of it. They stayed. Everyone stayed. Nobody wanted to be the first to say it was over. We all just stood there in the pink, pretending we had somewhere else to be.