We are sitting outside, on a faux leather couch. The surface is slightly worn.
The day was warm, but now it is cool.
Nearby, a group of people.
Fragments of conversation drift over to us.
My nose perceives familiar scents. Sweet. Uncomplicated.
The area does not have the best reputation.
A charred hint lingers in the air. Gentle. Pungent.
We could be in Finland.
Or in Los Angeles.
I close my eyes. Hold on to the moment.
It is nice here. I feel comfortable.
Neptuna 1 year ago