Urban Solitude

In the quiet stretch of afternoon, the city breathes outside the glass. Jazz whispers through the air, mingling with the scent of whiskey. A cat lounges on the windowsill, eyeing the distant skyline, while unfinished novels gather dust, waiting for a hand to breathe life into them.

In the quiet stretch of afternoon, the city breathes outside the glass. Jazz whispers through the air, mingling with the scent of whiskey. A cat lounges on the windowsill, eyeing the distant skyline, while unfinished novels gather dust, waiting for a hand to breathe life into them.