Thursday, 21 May 2009
time to leave this foreign city
03:44 am. I just woke up. The windows are open. Its already getting light. Across to the left there's a slash in the sky where early red sunlight is cutting over the horizon. White and orange bursts against a receding night.
I hear a gull's scree, from the nearby waterside.
Dim light several floors below me bathe communal areas in safety. From the other side of the building there's shouts from revellers, whose voices I have become accustomed to in this foreign town.
In the full morning I will pack. Leave this place. Next time I will be here as a visitor.