Year 2

Congratulations! he laughed as I entered the dance floor, a minute after midnight. One year in Stockholm, it didn't seem a thing to celebrate, but somehow it suddenly appeared momentous. We stood out in the rain, perhaps it was an hour, it was too cold but this is summer, June, we were hopeful.

I walked home later, new numbers in my phone, new voices in my ear, and Stockholm lay cold and dark below. It didn't seem to matter. One year on, time passes too quickly. The important bit is nothing is so Real it cannot be moved when you want it.

I can always be moved, if I want it.