During his coffee break at work, Terrence decided to go up to the terrace. He did that sometimes when he needed to think more clearly. The vastness of New Petersburg extending flatly in all directions was like a concrete mantra to him.
There were a lot of clouds in the sky, but enough patches of blue to keep hopes up. He looked at the infinite blue canvas, trying to get a glimpse of the invisible. Of course, he failed, but that was actually reassuring. In more ways than one.