Tokyo Rainbow Bridge Night Countdown Timer

The Rainbow Bridge is not, in fact, particularly rainbow, at least not on the night I was there. It was lit in towers of orange and blue, strung with green lights along its length, and the whole thing read less like a rainbow and more like something a very confident electrician had been let loose on. Behind it the Tokyo skyline did what it always does after dark, which is to become a field of small bright windows with no obvious order. Tokyo Tower was over on the right, orange and thin. I shot this from the Odaiba side, on a cold concrete promenade, with the water moving just enough to smear the reflections into long vertical streaks. A group of friends were sitting on the steps behind me, passing around a bag of snacks and arguing about something that sounded extremely important and was almost certainly not. I stayed long enough that the promenade emptied out around me, which is usually the sign that the light is finally worth it. The bridge hummed. You can feel it in your feet, faintly, all the traffic going over, and it is the closest thing this city has to a heartbeat you can stand on.