Nim walked straight up all the stairs that lead to the roof. There was gravel on the ground everywhere, as fence surrounding the edges and a small structure where the stairs connects to the outside. It was a clear blue day, hardly any clouds. Nim felt the cold wind, whistling through his sweatshirt. A few birds flying overhead looking for food. He felt relaxed, at peace and sincere, so he sat onto the gravel ground, and laid down.