A Fleeting Touch

Underneath the pool of stars - away from the sea of people, one lone boy stands still in the midst of harmonious quietude while bathing in the cool evening breeze that wafts around him.

With no particular thought to ponder about, Hal just silently embraces the calm and resposeful atmosphere, leaning on the stone handrails of the balcony. All the while, his eyes remain glued on the orbs of luminescene from a distance - the brightly glowing city lights.