She takes in a deep breath of the gentle, marine breeze; her eyes closing as she relishes in a moment of utter peace and comfortable silence. Her eyelashes flutter as her eyes open, bouncing while she blinks to readjust her blurred vision. A salty tear slides down her rosy cheek. The scenery is all too beautiful; as stark as the contrast between black and white are the differences between her tired, bleak hometown and here. She glances around her proximity with watery eyes, and catches sight of the breathtaking Château Frontenac on the shore of Québec; just a hairsbreath away from her fingertips. The sky was a colorful display done by heaven's talented artists; a complicated melody of lilac and periwinkle interlocking with fiery shades of yellow, red and orange. The setting sun casts shining rays of light across the colorful canvas; reminding her of the time as the world begins to dim. The street lights flicker on, and the scuffing sound of her old, ripped up runners are heard as she walks away from the all too familiar memory of the Boardwalk.
