Oncoming Storm

So many faces, yet I recognize not a single one;

I hope I don't get lonely with the absence of the sun.

City of Ports

The city was in reflection upon its own streets, slick and weathered; the sky wept at the beauty below, acting as a blanket of grey. I was wrapped up more than ever before, basking in this freeze-frame of a moment, trying not to actually freeze. This surmounted to quite the beautiful night - an end to a beautiful adventure, and the beginning of another.