32 - The Grey And White

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔.”

The sky painted itself with the colours of sunset, dragging the evening towards the mild darkness. The streetlights and the neon boards of shops flickered on, their brightness dripping through the warm dusk. The air smelled faintly of fresh jasmine from the nearby stall. The vehicles zipped past me, their horns honking with the impatient pulse of the city.