The winter was saying it's last farewells, summer was coming. Winds were fast, unpredictable, characterics of changing of seasons. An ideal time for lonely hearts to reflect on themselves. Lovers have their seasons, loners have theirs.

Cities are often not an ideal place for the romantics, all the noise and all that smell. But for those who never experienced the romance of country air, rooftops are the next best thing. Not in mornings, God no, too many people "exercising"(or whatever they think is exercising), evening is crowded, afternoons will dry you, night time is probably the best. The dark is good company to the lonely.

One boy had found comfort in one such place, he sat on the rooftop of a building, sat in the darkness and looked up, up at the night sky. The sky was clear, no clouds, just the starry night sky. The stars were far away, shiny little dots in the distance. He could hear the sound of people all around him,...