Midnight in Paris

Thursday, August 13, 2015

"We all fear death and question our place in the universe. The artist's job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence." 

I belong in this world, this romantic, dreamy, luminescent city of Paris. I belong in a land of imagination. I want to get lost in thought, without being lost. I want to smell the air and feel the warmth on my skin. I want to feel and hear the pitter patter of the pouring rain. I want to hear the hustle and bustle of the city; the poetic murmur of the people, the whisper of the willow trees. I want to smell the clean, crisp air; the scent of roses and freshly baked pastries. I want to watch the sky turn from a sweet pink into a dark midnight blue. And watch the twinkling lights slowly illuminate the city. Quiet reverie. This is Paris.

I want to spend morning, afternoon, evening and midnight in Paris. Paris, je t'aime.