June, weekends, and mornings, I sat at my desk by the window. The early summer sun passed through the gaps of blinds, and the light was filled with dust and smoke, making the lazy streets and alleys, traffic and people flowed endlessly. Today is not a weekday, but on such a sunny day, I always like to sit here alone, watching the sun rise, watching the shadow of the city slowly shift the glass to block the hustle and bustle. There are only silent beauty left.