There was a certain grit to the air, as if it had a hint of sandpaper mixed in tonight.
It was a chilly night and the wind was making sure that nobody would be getting all too comfortable up here.
Up here was at the tip of the cliff. The place from where you could loom above the dale and pretend you were...well.
Something other than one of those tiny specks making up that conglomerate they called a town down there.
It was a beautiful town. Blue triangles of patchy roof drenched in the bit of yellow light each of those flickery streetlamps were emanating.
Thin lines of cobblestone road connecting each of them, only to be interrupted by a bush or the sign of some kinda store.
You could just gaze on and on for the entire night, but I was never one to cherish a moment.
I was here to watch it all vanish, as I had become tired of it's beauty...no, I had become tired of my inability to be part of it.
