À Cannes

Dawn rises over the Côte d'Azure. The last media marketers stumble home in awkward messes of business and pleasure. The Croisette lies silent, the sidewalks wet with bleach as memories quickly get wiped away with a fresh scent. I help my colleague pack, get to the bus before he crashes. I thank my jet lag for the bright eyes and collected mind, but a minute later curse it for the inability to sleep. Check-out time looms closer, the next step of the adventure awaits.

Suddenly, I am in a whole other world. Cold, windy New York is ages away and here are only palm trees, only warm sun, only people in the business. Like family. The sun rises on our corpses. We are already saying our see you soons.

I love a good adventure.