South Town

The walk home was long, but lovely, and I knew my way the whole time. Stockholm so quiet but the sun not quite down, a layer of pink and peach and warmth spreading across the old buildings, over the moon. The drink became drinks, the sunlight became dusk and a million possibilities in the making. I will see you Friday, she said and we giggled.

This is home now.

For what it's worth.

(And right now it is worth everything.)