She looked outside her window while listening to old british pop songs. It was nice outside, she can see the ocean from the highway. It was a bit cloudy too, the sun is obscured by a thin veil of gray clouds, its rays looked so cold. The ocean was the same color as the sky; there was only a misty line separating the horizon; she can’t really tell where the water ended and the sky began, if not for the part where the sun rays were reflected. It looked like somebody flashed an old flashlight on a dusty grayish blue rippled glass.
It was breathtaking, that even if she used the best adjectives and flowery words in her arsenal, it would still look paltry compared to the original thing.


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