That day the steel grey sky formed a partnership with the brown brick buildings in the street. The wet grass fit into the palette very well, where it seemed like Autumn had took all joyous colours and locked them away safely.
My horizon was blocked by brown and from above the luminated grey confined my senses, so I turned my gaze down. And I saw you.
Struggling to keep your folders with, I supposed drawings, dry, you ran towards your bike and lept, despite your hurry, gracefully on the saddle.
Then the wind took you even further away. Even more than my window already had done.
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