Misty rains of liquid sunshine waft across an azure ocean. Blue melds seamlessly with gray, save for occasional glimmers of definition. Machines, motors, servos whir to accompany the myna birds on their morning sojourn.
A distant jet rumbles through the clouds.
I sit on a raised plane, 20 meters above the ground. Some call it the penthouse, but you will find none of the luxury usually associated with a penthouse here. This is a much simpler, deeper joy compared to comforts for one’s body. Elevated here between earth and sky, I let peace take me.