City of fortuitous coincidences and blinding fog. Of sudden meetings and hurried departures. Of being lost and being found again.
I got more than I thought I should hope for, but now we're are sailing off all in a rush. Of course, I'm rather glad we're doing it only figuratively speaking, in one sense :).
Come darkness, it will be back to the wilderness of the usual.
This has been a good three weeks :).
Listening to: Wolfmother - Vagabond