An Inheritance
Nov 5 · 1 min read

It’s morning in the restaurant, coffee is in hand and the scent of last night’s bottle still lingers on my parched lips. Gazing out grease-stained windows, the snow blows against sleepy wooden homes as the winter sun peaks above the rooftops and begins to stretch its arms out towards an endless sherbet sky. A familiar site is seen from a familiar seat.
Time slips through space between two seconds and for a moment my eyes are not my own.


