I rested the weight of my world against her. My tired limbs sheltered in her shade and I felt ashamed of the conflict and greed that scarred the landscape she cherished. 
I wipe the slate clean with every word, every rhythm, every whisper I write. Just for now I own these moments however brief. Sunlight brings a shimmer to the grass as it dances in the breeze. 

I don’t miss the endless rooftops, the constant drone of shoppers. I like seeing the distance and wondering what’s there. That vast nothingness and all the dreams it holds.

I know that when tomorrow comes and the routine of daily life drags me back it’s the knowledge of these places that will fill my thoughts until the indistinct paths of timeless footprints lead me back.