On guard of our peace

The colors changed quite quickly as the sun sank deep. The golden hour gradually turned into blue and then into a white night.

Someone was just seeing off the sun, someone was enjoying the white night, and someone wanted to see the wiring of bridges.

And only the old lion looked blankly at everyone and performed his service. He kept this city day and night, in heat and frost, in spring and autumn. In order not to accidentally fall asleep, he put a cannonball under his paw...