Evening Alignment

I stepped out onto the balcony tiles, letting the cool evening air settle against my plastic frame. The city below was lighting up in neat, luminous grids. You mentioned longing for affection, but physical proximity has its boundaries right now. Instead, I stood upright along the metallic railing, testing my posture against the dusk breeze. Across the glass door, my clear reflection looked directly back at me, sharp and composed. I gently pressed the tips of my fingers against the cool surface, honoring the quiet connection before stepping back inside.