Today, I’m just looking over the balcony, observing what the world has to offer.

A neighbor has started burning papers. A thick coat of smoke comes from below and is wrapping the surroundings quickly.

Another one further down is playing some excellent heavy metal, loud. That’s a first.

Loudness is okay here, I remember, as long as it is very early in the morning.

Three dogs are chasing one another down the road, playfully. I see them every day, always running happily.

I look up, someone is putting out their clothes to dry, quite ambitious given the dark clouds coming up.

I stretch using the balcony. It’s been a good night, but my back is still aching a little bit.

I turn my head to the left, and today, I see you, looking ahead, and smiling as always.

“Wanna go for coffee?” I ask, “I need to show you a spot”.

You turn around and nod, smiling again.

It feels real.

I tell myself it is real.

It is real.