An open miraculous blue sky with clouds hung overhead like model planes on a child's bedroom ceiling. Wind howling through an open squirrel's borrow sculpted into the flesh of a mighty oak tree. Dirt paths unusually smooth. Flowers stretching across the valleys bunched up like a bundle of markers in a junk drawer, beautiful and vibrant in all the right places.

Practically taking a portal into another dimension. Buildings tickle the very clouds that hang in the sky. Walking along the very sidewalks has you under the impression that merely a spec exploring lively trenches. A smog coats this place like a blanket as if the city fears the cold like a family bundling up next to the fire during a harsh winter storm.