It’s truly a beautiful thing when you meet that moment in which you can call a city home, call it yours. In that instant your movements sink into the pavement and you become cemented in adoration for your concrete jungle. A midnight garden sprinkler in a public park washes over you, setting forth the motions of your heart. City air somehow feels fresh as it affectionately tickles your cheeks like compliments as you begin to blush. Music met the night before still feels electric in your bones, still ravages your ears and heart like wildfire and you can’t help but bring a bounce to your step. House parties and bars bring memories only of smiles and laughter, never the contrary. By day you remove your sunglasses to feel more connected as familiar faces graduate to friends, you feel stimulated and challenged but strong and wholesome. The gardens in your street grow with your routine and you exchange familiar glances with that sky-high rose and its dusty pink hue. You embrace city walls and galleries in all their impermanence, absorbing it all as you feed off the inspiration. It’s a thrill because you know that tomorrow all of this will adjust and transform, soon to move you in a whole new way. Sometimes I walk too quickly so I can feel everything faster or sometimes a little too slow to make sure I see it all. Melbourne has become a dear friend to me, my affinity with her is growing and flowing. To me, she is home and I am so glad.
Post by Melody Paloma visit her tumblr here Little Wing