To Return...

It's after 8am, walking up La Rambla at pace. Wheeling my case along, brisk and fresh. The day has woken. People about, tourists here and there. They all flash before my sunglassed eyes. Eyes that are concealed behind plastic - that if betrayed, would tell one - that there has been insufficient sleep on this trip. Glasses would never be worn in a less than sunny morning in England; but abroad is a different matter.. It goes. I'm in a rush. Coach to the airport needs to be caught.

Fashionista's are spotted, it just works - they work it, Effortlessly. Pj's and slippers over here..you must be joking. Black cords, black jacket, white converse, brown shades, brown belt, light brown flat cap, classic data bank. Attention to detail, of course.

Favourite music of choice has been Mikke Snow's latest offering. Two out of two. Yep, two albums produced, and both of supreme quality. Happy To You.

Definitely the soundtrack for this lil jaunt.

Coach boarded; The city passes by my window until a sleepy haze hits me - and i wake up approaching the airport. Thoughts of UK weather come to my mind. Great, ah well. Good to go away but better to come back... I think thats the saying. Well i can see the sentiment behind that saying. But is it always true?

This morning i was walking through La Rambla - In the afternoon i was walking through Lodge Lane.

To Return...


Submitted by Demola, The Collective