curiosityandinsanity
He hated the cold, but the snow was uniquely beautiful on that evening. Standing with his shoulder against a large metal structure holding up a Water Tower, he overlooked the city in the evening light. The snow fell passed city lights and danced among the lives of thos below. He couldn;t help but find it beautiful. In all the though of the beauty he hadn't noticed someone else there until movement took his attention.
"Evening." He muttered with a small smile.














