Strong winds swim through the dark grey skies.

Out over the balcony, she looks down

sixteen floors of homes.


She gazes past the big buildings.

Not interested in the large windows and hundreds of floors.

She does not notice the endless sky hanging over her.

Neither does she pay attention to the rising moon or falling sun.


Rather, she is intrigued by the cars passing-

Roaring down the streets in all different colors.


She wonders about the people in these cars.

Asking herself who they might have loved in their lives,

Who they might have lost out of love,

And whose hearts they may have broken.


She then wonders how many of these people could be in love right now.


And in that moment,


Thousands of feet away from these strangers,


She feels less alone.