You’ve Been Away, and You’ve Come Home to Search for Home Yet
He’d been here before in this city and yet it was a stranger to him.
He’d lived and breathed its air, and walked its streets and canals and it smiled to him and stared.
It was a new night, but to life there is no end. Every walk worth making has no stop until you close your eyes, drop and bury your head.
Though he knew that for long and forever, he would love his dear city. Still he knew too that things were far from over. This was just the beginning.