Belle Paris

It was hard, the realisation only making itself known on arrival back home sadly manifest in tired resignation. I felt tired though in addition to being physically tired the feeling was thorough and complete.

It had been a good time. A very good one indeed, and disquietingly unexpected in its continuity yet of course I did not know at the time what would happen. The expected is so often disappointing but its complement is so very thrilling when enjoyed.

And there she had been, beautiful in the Spring sun (when this chose to reveal itself), shining radiant and glamourous conquering all, captivating and enchanting. And there she is now, waiting patiently, placid.