I politely request for warm toasted crumpets and hot milk tea to warm the ten bendy frosty joints of my wrists.
I watch the ships sail by at a snail's pace and stretch out my index finger behind the stern, as if helping the ship to sail faster. The window quickly fogs up again and I wipe my sleeve across it in a circular motion- as though to make a window in a window.
I am alone and unknown in this little town but yet I've never felt lighter than I ever have. Strangers are kind and the food- oh the food!
This place is picturesque; quintessentially a piece extracted from my travels. My mind meanders to all the things I left behind; all those awful things I gladly do not miss.
Slowly, I allow myself to permeate through the four lined frame;
finally, I evanesce.
