The night is young, held by the grips of summer and tamed by the mafioso's that seek opportunity with in it. The cool blue air sweeps across the buildings, kissing each ever so slightly. Vegas, emanating with the light of opportunity, held together by dreams of improving. Improving not just upon our self's but of our ideas. Ideas that drive us.... that molds us. It's in these ideas that we find the solace which enables us to see the beacon of light in the darkness. Vegas, our beacon of light, our solace. Most walk upon these streets, deaf and blind to what awaits or what can be, but not I. For the night is young, and I see its heart beating underneath the moon. A heart of gold, made up of the great men and women that call Vegas home. If you wander Vegas long enough you'll see it with in everyone. You'll see the drive, you'll see the fire glinting in everyone's eyes as you pass them on the streets. Vegas has a strange pull, an aura that can't be defined. You'll spend most your time attempting to understand it, and may never truly know. We all have, and yet we all returned with more questions than answers. 

Vegas may never give us the answers we are looking for, yet we roam in the night..