seeing you in a new light

This morning grabbed me, pressed itslef against me, and held me close.

Wandering the streets under a bright sun, this city, so full of history, sat illuminated under the sun.

My legs moved easily on the dirty pavement.

I dipped my pastry into a large cafe creme on the second floor of a cafe, light spilling onto the tables.

I walked the Seine and stopped in the gaps of sunshine, watching men in suits roar past on their motorbikes.

It was a morning so far removed from the winter months, where I dreaded Paris, and never crawled out of bed until noon.

And suddenly I was happy, because I found a place, or at least a morning, where I felt I was meant to be.