It was one of those gray days, heavy with damp and fog. She sees everything through a new filter now, slower, thick with lost dreams.
When she first moved to the French Quarter she was told the way to keep everything new and fresh was to always gaze up at the rooftops.
Now she was thousands of miles away from that time. The weight of the past caused her to stumble on the cracked pavement. As she caught herself she looked up at her northern skies. Her breath caught at the beauty and held for just a beat too long.
15 April 2018
Sussex Coast, England