I counted on the blush of sun to wash a crowded thought today, the play of sanguine tones against a river making mirrors of the angles cut in whitecaps to subdue the din of concrete walks and conversations. I placed my trust within a haze of rose-hued moments sewn and scattered where the water fills an ocean overhead to let me breathe, and so I drank the words of wine drunk-skies and spoke to coral ceilings of the glass and steel and shallow breath that rests here at my feet, a touch of some intoxicant to seep from evening’s gold and hold me over til tomorrow when the asphalt cools and I can think.

#Seine #Paris

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