She watches below.

Neat rows of cars queue in perperdical lines.

An orderly queue of passengers wait to board their trains.

Trains depart at precise intervals towards the skyscrapers housing the financial district.

Uniform roads divide uniform clusters of flats, shops and offices.

On the horizon, a snowy mountain top pushes through the smog.

A reminder to those that reside of what lies beyond.

She gets up, ready to wonder along the winding path towards her new home, a small house nestled in the cliffside.

She does not miss a life of straight lines.