Life.
Feeling the wind rush by as I bike through sleepy streets at night.
The throaty laugh of the woman who lives across the courtyard.
Waking up to the sounds of seagulls bickering outside my window.
Stifling the sadness of thoughts of leaving.
Never growing tired of the company of a best friend.
Reading in the park. Pondering as shape shifting clouds play games with your mind.
The cobbles burbling under my bike.
Wondering about life, remaining in the gray area.
