Balmy days, sweet Sangria.

I remember that feeling of falling like I was falling out of bed when I was young, and it always woke me up. Like I was scared of what I was going to fall into.

I still do. Yet these days, I know that if I do fall, it'll be into an empty pit. And I wouldn't feel anything at all.

I supposed it's the red light now. The road, seemingly long and winding, awaits me. Every second feels like eternity, yet it is actually moving. No one is with me. The sky's all balmy and not at all blue like I have always hoped. The wind is strong though. But the sunlight is shadowing the wrong direction.

These days, I feel like I'm in an Edward Hopper's.
Someone need to look closer.