Across the street from me are some “vintage” condos. Probably built in the late 70s early 80s and since been renovated. They are spotted balconies that often give off that retirement, this is where they spend the summer and then they go to visit their friends in Mexico, feeling.
It is all in how you decorate that balcony; and today while this MASSIVE storm was moving in across the city, a neighbour across the street, was out standing on their balcony, one of those balconies that screams “I winter in PVR and you don’t’, when a flash of lightning ripped across the valley followed by the concussion of thunder.
Well just at that moment I noticed, someone with very pretty balcony furniture and a bright velour (I hope it was velour but it was a bright colour) track suit, who happened to be drinking their coffee on the balcony; did a little dance, filled their drawers and ran back inside.
Well, it was just ghastly.