The sun was setting and gave the sky a beautiful orange and pink color. You run up the stairs of your building to the roof and you see your friend standing at the ledge. His record player played a song from many decades ago in France. He has a glass of chardonnay in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. He turns his head to you and to explain why he's there. He says "I've dreamed of Paris last night," as you remember it is his dream to go there.

My first picture post.