A Midair Scene

Our Sunday morning sleep-in was interrupted by sounds of thumping and scratching. We woke up and found this through the box windows of our “box house,” which happens to be a corner unit on the 10th floor. The midair worker exchanged smiles with Sienna.

Only after a year and half, the bricks on the outer wall of this upscale condo building had started to fall off. A peak at the factory default behind the appearance of overwhelming prosperity around the country.