The sky is a white gray. It's cold outside, but not cold enough to make me shudder. I wish the world could be this quiet sometimes, so I could listen to the crack of the pavement below. The sound of the car door slammed shut. The soft, pattering footsteps of the fall that never arrived. Yet. The gray-white sky makes for a good backdrop against the livelier colors, the dimmed red of the traffic lights and the bright green of a woman's coat. Every frame is a painting.