the beginning

During the moonlit night, you wandered around the glowing traffic lights which were notifying the streets of any behaviour, flowing petals of cherry trees crashing down onto the soft pavement. Lights flashing. People speaking. Blurry visions. Accounted for a dream, yes? Tonight wasn't at all natural, you could hear the quiet wind grasping hold of every word you muttered, every season around.. it heard everything. Rain was starting to cry down, shining like small drops of ocean-blue crystals layering upon. You saw it right there, here and now. You could imagine the spotify playlist you picked out playing in the distance, people slowly starting to fall under the spell of lightning. Sky was a timid purple, wind clashing it about, it swayed along with the tracks of footsteps you've lay onto the grey cement. In the middle of the spaced-out road, which you are gradually stepping on, you saw the glittering happiness in the town, quite admirable, right?