I stare out over the city that never sleeps. The sky is a purplish-pink hue of dawn, the most quiet and peaceful of times on the island. The air is brisk, chilly, and filled with the promises of Spring.
Standing on top of my studio loft roof, just having finished my daily work out. I lean over the low-protective wall that keeps me plummeting to my death, whilst allowing me a spectacular view. My golden mane in a pony tail, that drapes down over my hoodie that is zipped up to my cleavage that is covered in a sweaty work out bra. My legs are relaxed and balanced with my sweat pants that cover my running shoes. The feel of my fruit smoothie, that is half-drunk, slides down my throat as I tilt the glass back for yet another deep, satisfying gulp.

The air I take in through my nose is refreshing, calming, and steadies me as cool down from my early morning workout. I think back to the last day I was here…………

To be continued…….