Sunday, February 2, 2014
You are my city of choice when I have that choice. Just now I must be away as the NS workworld was not kind so I drove away to work elsewhere for a while. But I miss you my city - I miss your street face - I miss your hidden places - I miss walking on the beach on a whim - and I miss your fogs and the scent of the sea. Longing to return … —seafret lover