Afterthoughts

Blistered feet and my shoulders turn brown quickly. A trickle of sweat down the small of my back and I go to the grocery store in silence, savoring moments alone, the opportunity to greet this city. You and I, Stockholm, we're going to be friends, I whisper to the streets. When the sun shines like it does today, it's not hard to imagine it whispering back.

My words have changed; I can feel them rearrange themselves and pick their stories from a different palette. I miss the ones that disappear in the move, try not to mourn them, not yet. My body races with adrenaline and a thirst for adventure. I think of you all the time. My heart beats the same fired blood as ever.