Today's OneWord: Sublime

The view of the city from our hotel balcony was absolutely sublime, all of the building lit up in blues and greens and reds. My wife poured herself another glass of champagne, while I was simply comfortable with propping myself against the iron railing, staring into the night and basking in the glow of all the holiday decorations and hues. As the air got colder around me, I heard a sharp, rasping noise nearby, and when I turned my head to look, I discovered an older man sitting on the balcony adjacent to ours, coughing loudly into a handkerchief that was spotted as crimson as the Christmas tree strands.

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