Can I walk through your streets again?
Wet cobble stoned
rain drenched
hair windblown
cheeks numb….
Can I sit in your charming cafe again?
Watching the world go by,
a warm fruit crumble
a sip of hot chocolate
That warms me in a way
nothing else can….
Can I have a glimpse of your grace again?
Of stylish booted feet,
striding in staccato rhythm
to an invisible beat…
Travelling to new places, observing people, listening to conversations,
taking in the tiny details, being open to the newness of it all……..there is an
undeniable charm to change.
