Leaving

It's a quiet Thursday night. The city isn't that busy despite the usual devotion to celebrating Jesus dying with loads of alcohol. I've not looked forward to going back here. Feeling like this experience was done. It's difficult making yourself fall in love with something again. It's might be easier now that everything is milder. I hope everything will be milder. Sometimes you just have to turn the other cheek to see things in a new perspective. It's nice getting to know you like this again, old city. When you're asleep. So full of potential and energy, screaming babies, babbling girls, yelling men, honking cars, scared cats, blasting music yet now you have packed it all away. If I close my eyes I can almost pretend the noise from cars in the distance is the sound of the waves crashing against your shores. It's that time again where I've got one foot out the door but I still want to say my proper goodbyes and not leave in a rush. I wonder if you'll let me.