Chương 431: Empty White

It was already dark up high above by the time I reached the entrance to the park. Not a cloud in sight, countless stars alight, and the moon shining oh so bright.

Nostalgia hit me like a truck driven by Vin Diesel. Skyscapes like these were a common almost every-night sight out in the country, but living life in the city they were like pots of gold at the tail-ends of double rainbows. 

I would have loved nothing more than to find the nearest patch of grass and just take in every twinkle and sparkle for a couple of hours, but much like what the guy who honked at me as I crossed the road said, I should just hurry the hell up with whatever it was that I was doing.