columbianlamb

ℒights were diluting themselves like watery drops of gold and white on the apartment's window, a dark teal floating across the sky and occupying the entire expanse of his view as if submerged in the sea, the buildings of New York City raising high and proud like timeless figures in black cloaks with buttons of light twinkling down their bodies. It had been raining for days, a record he knew it must be, as the clouds rumbled in response to his thoughts, a growl from a beast in the sky; lightning split the horizon in half and a few seconds later it shouted and caused the apartments to tremble at its might. He suddenly felt very small, sit