If I ever live in a city, I want to have a roof garden. Just a tiny terrace amongst the roof tops. I could grow herbs and some flowers, maybe even a few vegetables.
Actually, forget the plants. I'd just lay there on my back after a long day of work. Staring up at the sky. All the people, all the cars, all the noise of the city forgotten far below. I'd just lie there, staring up at the sky. Watching swallows cut up the sunset like tiny scythes.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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