It's cloudy out. [With those three words as Peter's only explanation, Winston tilts his head back to gaze at the sky of a setting sun.]
[The time is such that the heavens have become encompassed by a gentle lilac, a wide-reaching canvas of dusk. Ephemeral in its own right. ...but in this weather, it's only the canvas. A mere backdrop, thoroughly obscured by the countless clouds suspended weightless in the air- fluffy, formless masses of deep muted violets accented by vibrant streaks of piercing crimson painting their undersides. The further down a cloud floats, the brighter its body, the more it catches the glowing golden hues of both the bridge beneath their feet and the radiant sunlight still shining over the horizon. The shimmering river running below, a liquid mirror reflecting all of the above.]
[He breathes it in, taking the time in this moment to simply experience the feeling of fresh air filling his lungs, appreciating this entirely mundane, everyday action the same way something so routine and inevitable as a sunset can be cherished.]
[...and with a slow, steady exhale, his chest sinks. Pulling his hat off by the brim, a wry smile plays at his lips as he looks over at Venkman.]
...but I guess it's not that impressive. Now that you're here, it's only the second-best looking thing on this bridge.
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[The time is such that the heavens have become encompassed by a gentle lilac, a wide-reaching canvas of dusk. Ephemeral in its own right. ...but in this weather, it's only the canvas. A mere backdrop, thoroughly obscured by the countless clouds suspended weightless in the air- fluffy, formless masses of deep muted violets accented by vibrant streaks of piercing crimson painting their undersides. The further down a cloud floats, the brighter its body, the more it catches the glowing golden hues of both the bridge beneath their feet and the radiant sunlight still shining over the horizon. The shimmering river running below, a liquid mirror reflecting all of the above.]
[He breathes it in, taking the time in this moment to simply experience the feeling of fresh air filling his lungs, appreciating this entirely mundane, everyday action the same way something so routine and inevitable as a sunset can be cherished.]
[...and with a slow, steady exhale, his chest sinks. Pulling his hat off by the brim, a wry smile plays at his lips as he looks over at Venkman.]
...but I guess it's not that impressive. Now that you're here, it's only the second-best looking thing on this bridge.