I stare down at the rain swept street 36 floors below. I look out through the glass, dry and warm, and imagine the cold, wet walk home.
Today was a good day: great pitch which will hopefully lead to even better work. But staring across Shanghai in the rain is: muting. I feel silenced - this view normally brings me to life and fills me with energy, but today, the grey seems to go on forever. Grey skies melt into grey buildings across a grey horizon; the ultra-tall buildings of Pudong have yet to light up the night sky with their neon palette.
This isn’t a sad thing - in fact, I’m in a great mood. It’s just a different side to a city I usually find so electrifying. Tonight, it’s all a little more dulled out.
It’s grey instead of coloured.