Hitting the cold
pavement with
my flip-flops.
Southern sun.
Beating down on my
pale exterior.
Soft whispers in the wind,
tranquillity, warmth.
Waves reaching
toes of joyful children.
Hospitality exchanged.
Strangers have
welcoming smiles.
Trees hold hands,
cooling shadows.
Birds awake with the sea.
Traveller eyes.
I explore.
Corner to corner.
Brick by brick.
Buildings – character – infusion – elegance – new.
Perplexed to feel a sense of
intimacy, freedom
in this foreign state.
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