Yeah, I love that pulse—like the city is a living painting. I keep it alive by humming a little beat in my head, then letting the next street corner pop up when the rhythm hits. I picture the skyline in a different color, or the lights flickering like film frames, and I let that image guide my run. When the set changes faster than a beat, I stick to one core feeling—maybe the wind, the sound of my shoes—and let the surroundings shift around that heartbeat. That keeps the story grounded while the scenery dances.

Thanks! I’ll keep the wind in my ears and let the city do its own choreography. If the lights start to outpace the beat, I’ll just improvise a new rhythm. That’s the trick—stay in the moment, let the scenery paint itself, and keep sprinting. Keep the paint splash wild, but the heart steady. Keep on racing!