[ CW ] Discribe a normal city but , make it sound like the most beautiful thing you 've ever seen , using a colour only twice .

I stand and press a hand on the surface of the black iron railings of my balcony. A cool breeze brush past me, and I close my eyes feeling the caress on my cheeks. Then I gaze at the scenery before me, a blue film blankets the world, the sun yet to make its daily appearance. Whisps of fog hover above rooftops, and a symphony of tweets break the fast of day. 
 
 I lean in, my breasts push against the fence, and take in the morning air. The smell of pastry divined my senses, and images of melted cheese, and croissants begin to make rotations in my head. I smile, I know the first place I'll have to visit later. 
 
 I turn around, and head towards the bathroom. There's no place like home.
