The sky was a bright blue, the clouds were a soft grey color. The wind blew softly, but it was cold air. It blew the the right, then sometimes it changed course and blew to the left. KeKe walked down the road, passing all the stores, that were bright and open. She felt the warm air on her skin as people opened and closed the doors. It felt nice, but also burned her skin, facing warm air with the cold. Her hood was down, and the wind blew in her face. She wasn't mad, sad, jealous of anything. It was just one of those days you felt nothing but being happy.