Going down stairs she doesn’t walk, she skips and her bags sway lightly not the kind of chunk you’d expect of such footwork but of course she makes it look easy and I have never seen someone move with such joy and purpose, nor have I ever felt such joy coming from being a witness to her unabashed glee.
And me, there’s too much to take in the stop of the city is unlike anything I’ve ever conceived; my breath is taken by the heights and the light and the transparency of this strange place.
She twirls ahead and waits, taking me in taking it in and she’s laughing, have you ever seen something so marvelous?
I feel a lot of feelings but every time I try to put a word to them I draw a blank, so I nod with an expression I hope is enthusiastic enough to convey that this place and this guide is really all a surprise I mean I should photograph this place sometime it’s all rainbow hues of glittery nothing, what are buildings are gauzy transparency the kind of clouds refracting insubstantially, I’m not kidding.
She‘s something straight out of my dreams.
Sweet dreams, rendezvousing at a later point where the points don’t quite connect or make sense, there’s an intense desire to show you everything but sometimes the secret is just as tantalizing as uncovering the mystery, in fact, it is always covered under the covenant of flabbergasting every onlooker looking there’s no way you can pay attention so good to catch all the little points and nuances but Sherlock Holmes sure could and you’re not him and he never was.
Splicing our futures to find something dandy and everlasting and older than never and always undone. Freedom is sought in any form you can believe in, and the joy is in every moment you choose to be free. Remember, you can have anything if you let us lead the way.
The mirror flips and I am back in the place I wanted so desperately to leave.