Paris, on a Wednesday

I don’t love cities. But I damn sure love Paris.

I recognize that it can be smelly, pushy, crowded, and rude. Sometimes I can get tired of those things.

But most of the time, I don’t even notice.

Most of the time, I am looking at the architecture.

Ducking into patisseries.

Dreaming of a life where I understood every word around me.

Imagining what it would be like if my home here wasn’t temporary.

For now, I don’t know.

But someday. Someday. Some wonderful day: I just might.