Faraway Night sits tall on a rooftop overlooking the city. From her place, the town looks lovely, a blaze of twinkling, shining lights, but the small cat knows better. She knows the city streets are filled with strangers mired in frustration, anger, and fear. Why they bury themselves in ugliness when there is beauty right before their eyes confounds Faraway Night.
As she peers away from the city and up into the moon-filled sky, she smells snow on the wind.
The snow will come, she thinks to herself. All is as it should be.