Humid streets, jet lag.
Pretending like we live here.
Our magical little rooftop, let’s stay forever and ever.
Reading memoirs, rainstorms, and city-view swims.
Julia toast and Nacho Libre.
A tiny little glass shop stuffed to the brim with lavender.
Lavender sprigs and a lavender cookie to go.
$2 pad thai from the tiniest food cart.
Best pad thai in all the land.
Pizza that was too cheesy at Salt + their signature Salt water that wasn’t salty at all.
My coffee that became our coffee. Everyday, across the street.
Iced chocolate drinks, amen.
And a pet fox out back.
“That’s my fox.” the barista calmly declared.