Late one night, standing in front of the Franklin Theatre, I was drawn in by the vibrant glow of the marquee lights. The neon reds and yellows lit up the facade, spelling out "FRANKLIN THEATRE" along with the playful message, "HOME OF FIRST KISSES." It felt like the theater was alive, even though the street was completely empty, as if it held onto stories of the past, waiting to be shared.

There’s something special about seeing a place like this at night—the classic architecture, normally softened by daylight, stood out with sharp, illuminated details under the theater's glow. The absence of people only amplified the feeling of nostalgia, making the marquee and entrance the stars of the scene. I couldn’t help but think of all the moments that had unfolded here, under these same lights. This photograph captures more than just a building at night—it holds onto the charm and history of a place that has seen countless memories, and in that quiet moment, I felt connected to every one of them.