It was raining five minutes ago.
18 floors up it looked like Jakarta had been gassed. A misty cloud obscures the streets from view while unforgiving pellets shoot at the window, making everything that little bit harder to see. Now.. Now the sky is dull, like a white wall that's seen too many childish hands.
Uncomfortable, unsettled and extremely uninspired.
Or maybe that's just me, projecting my moods.
It's cold and I'm tired.