I meandered into the village by the castle rocks, feeling the grooves beneath my feet. It made me think about the people who had walked the streets before me, who knew their way around this little town. I was hoping to get lost for a while, maybe long enough to lose track of where I came from… or how I found my way here.
That’s when I discovered the little table with the orange chairs. It felt like home to me. All I knew for certain about that spot was it looked like the perfect place to be…
… somewhere I could stay a while, and watch the sun rise between the cracks in the buildings. But in reality, this little space wasn’t mine, and this imagining would not come to be. So I took a picture, and continued to walk, letting the road take me around the corner again… into the next life.
serenity sun days is a writing series inspired by music and daylight