“I’m glad I always look at the Sky.”

_J6_6_The high mist056

Still in the torrential rain and incredible occurance…did.

From about the fourth or fifth floor of the skyscrapers a fine (yet opaque) mist rose upwards, obscuring the view of their tops. People rushed about, heads cast downwards beneath their umbrellas. I however, superior from my soggy perch in yet another Starbuck's, could enjoy the beautiful mystical sight.

I'm also glad I could get to sketch a skyscraper that wasn't just a square block.