It’s dark. The sky, illuminated by the lights of London, glows orange, highlighted only by the eerie lightness of clouds.
In the distance, the growl of industrial machinery dully cycling can be heard, but, to her, the only thing she feels is that of being enveloped by Sigur Rós, while the smoke of a cherry flavored cigarillo passes through her lips… and for the first time in months, she can say she’s truly happy.