The sun was high into the sky, painting the city in hues of gold and warmth. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying with it the sounds of city that was slowly returning to normal. Children, their laughter echoing in the crisp air, rushed to school, their small feet running along paths. Vendors called out to passing crowds, offering fresh bread and fruits. Conversations buzzed in every corner, the peace opposite to the chaos that had consumed the city just a few days before.
I strolled along the silent street, my hands buried deep in my pockets. Each exhale released a puff of white mist, quickly dissipating in the cold morning air.
"It's cold…" I muttered, blowing into my hands to warm them. "Sighhh… Couldn't the weather at least match the mood?"
The stillness around me felt strange, almost surreal. After everything that had happened, it was hard to believe the city could carry on like this. But people were adaptive, if nothing else.
