Faraway Night sat tall on a rooftop overlooking the city. From his place, the town looked lovely, a blaze of twinkling, shining lights, but the small cat knew better. He knew the city streets were filled with strangers mired in frustration, anger, and fear. Why they buried themselves in ugliness when there was beauty right before their eyes confounded Faraway Night.
As he peered away from the city and up into the moon-filled sky, he smelled snow on the wind.
“The snow will come,” he thought to himself. “All is as it should be.”