Midnight in the City #1

It was February in an apartment in the Upper East Side. Woman opened a bottle of middle-shelf wine and stretched her hands out of the window. There was a slight scent of spring in the air (if only she could’ve smelled it through her perfume).

On the street she saw a couple fighting, beggar rustling through his pockets, an artist with fluffy hair and for a brief moment even a flicker in the sky (Jupiter, barely visible from all the incandescence).