Water and a weekend
I land into a city already in colour.
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The canal is already busy. Flags. Boats. A glass passed from one hand to another.
I do not need the weekend's name to feel it. The city is doing the work. I am just standing on the wall trying not to look like I just got here.
Someone laughs in a language I only half follow and I laugh anyway. That is usually how it starts. x
Some places meet you before you have unpacked.
