it's inexplicable, the way you're hit with a certain kind of wistfulness on more dreary days. everyone pales in comparison today, and everything loses its sheen. under the sun, the world is too bright, every light particle reflecting off metallic car paint too blinding to be real. it's an unending parking lot filled with cars as far as the eye can see, glittering prettily in the sun. but that's not really how it is.

( we can imagine all kinds of scenarios... )