The haze.
A sea of people.
Foreign territory.
I feel more alone and small here in city than when I was in the country.
The dark, gloomy weather of countryside had patches ray of light gleaming with hope and wonder.
The humid and hazy weather of the city feels like a huge dark cloud hovering above me, shielding me away from any ray of light.
Read more of this series: Bits & Pieces
Lots of love,
