Day 4

Weather these days just makes anyone crawl into bed and bundle yourself up. The nights are colder than usual, makes me wonder if we will get our white Christmas some day.

I stare out the window only to see the endless rows of buildings ascending to the skies above. Slowly, it will all disappear someday. How often does anyone looks up to stare at you?

My sea of blue, my boundless horizon.

The sky.