My phone is dead so I'm here writing a description of everything I see while sitting outside by myself.
The sky is in the weird phase of the day where half the sky shines bright - pastel hues of blue, yellow and pink while the other half is drowning in the darkness of night.
The clouds are scattered across the lighter side of the sky stretching towards the heavens - their soft edges are a stark contrast against the roofs of the houses. I always wondered how artists perfectly replicate the beauty of the highlights of the clouds on a single canvas.
I see a star I think - just a singular one, shining bright. I wonder if it has a name. I wonder how far away it is from us... I'm sad there are no more stars here.
The wind is calm and gentle gliding past me. It is a strange sort of comfort. There is a pub ahead. Voices are overlapping with each other in a peculiar cacophony. It both seems loud and yet so distant and muffled. Every once in a while I hear this loud cheer from the pub - I didn't know it could get louder. It almost sounds like an army marching towards me already for seeing their grand victory.
I don't know how I can see the moon so clearly. Each crater is a darker, duller shade against the moon's pale yellow glow which somehow manages to illuminate the inky sky. A guy on a delivery bike just rode past. Wow, he still has to work this late. There is this car whose lights have been on forever.
The sky has now evolved into a darker shade, the clouds bruising it. My thighs are starting to hurt now, the jagged bricks digging through soft flesh and the wind is chillier, making the hairs on my arms stand...
But I don't mind it. It feels tranquil. A serenity and peace one can only find in absolute solitude.