Bucharest, February 12th, 2016

There was no glorious, Instagram-worthy sunrise this morning, as yesterday’s clear sky was covered by low-hanging, stratiform clouds. They portend rain. A dash of sunlight came out of nowhere and left quickly back into nothingness.

It’s colder than usual, and smoking a cigarette on a balcony wearing shorts brings less satisfaction than yesterday. A young mother is watering the two potted plants lining her bedroom window. Three windows away and one floor down, an old woman is vacuuming her apartment. One floor up and two windows away, a crew of construction workers is taking a break from their renovation work of an old apartment.

Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here is streaming from another open window. A young man is listening to it while contemplating the day’s to do list. It’s time for breakfast.