The city inhaled her, erasing the old lead that always exposed her outline. The blue mountains and grey ocean kissed carefully – old lovers. Blithe, she breathed out, her colours bleeding into the street.
I just got back from exploring what will be my new city at the end of the month. It was exciting, scary, overwhelming. I still haven’t found a place to live, but I fell in love with the streets, and that’s all I need for now.