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Under the roofs
2 years ago
It was raining. The old city from above looked like a place of faded dreams and lost hopes, where the shadows seemed to cling to everything like a veil of sadness. It was the perfect setting for a blue mood story, and that's exactly what the cat sitting under the roof of the bar was trying to write. The sounds of the city surrounded her - the distant hum of traffic, the occasional shout from the street below, the soft murmurs of conversation from the bar.
The rain was coming down in sheets, pelting against the pavement and creating a steady rhythm. In the distance, the sounds of jazz music could be heard, drifting through the wet city streets.
As the music grew louder, it mingled with the rain, creating a melody that was both haunting and beautiful. The notes of the saxophone danced in the air, while the bass throbbed like the beating of a heart.
From the rooftops, a lonely cat looked out at the city below. Her eyes were filled with a sense of longing, as she watched the people hurrying past, their faces hidden under umbrellas.
The cat listened to the music, letting it wash over her like a balm. It was as if the music was speaking to her, telling her a story of its own.
As the rain continued to fall, the jazz music grew more intense, the sound of the drums building to a crescendo. The cat's ears twitched with excitement, and she let out a soft meow of appreciation.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the music faded away, leaving only the sound of the rain tapping against the rooftops. The cat looked out into the night, feeling a sense of melancholy settle over her.
The rain was coming down in sheets, pelting against the pavement and creating a steady rhythm. In the distance, the sounds of jazz music could be heard, drifting through the wet city streets.
As the music grew louder, it mingled with the rain, creating a melody that was both haunting and beautiful. The notes of the saxophone danced in the air, while the bass throbbed like the beating of a heart.
From the rooftops, a lonely cat looked out at the city below. Her eyes were filled with a sense of longing, as she watched the people hurrying past, their faces hidden under umbrellas.
The cat listened to the music, letting it wash over her like a balm. It was as if the music was speaking to her, telling her a story of its own.
As the rain continued to fall, the jazz music grew more intense, the sound of the drums building to a crescendo. The cat's ears twitched with excitement, and she let out a soft meow of appreciation.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the music faded away, leaving only the sound of the rain tapping against the rooftops. The cat looked out into the night, feeling a sense of melancholy settle over her.
