clouds float, slowly making their way across the sky
while the moon and I choose to remain motionless.
at a standstill.
the sky has become so clear that even the stars have deemed it worthy of making an appearance in this beautiful, smog-ridden city.
at the touch and scent of cold cement,
I breathe the air.
deep, steady breaths of fresh night air.
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