It was as if I were inside a painting. The pink and gold sky made a violet sea. It was quiet, but I could feel vibrations of sound coming from the city. Far away from it all, I began to reflect, but I had trouble remembering. Their faces had become blurred silhouettes; their names, just coupled letters. It seemed as if my despondent memories had somehow vanished as we made our way further into the water. I breathed deeply hoping to inhale and take with me this unfamiliar sense of calm. As I exhaled, I found myself wondering if love felt like this…
VAGABOND 