Riding in a taxi on my way to the airport. Sporting last nights burgandy dress and black boots since everything else was already packed. I’m watching the sunrise and my city is whisking away through the window. I’m seeing parts of Paris I didn’t wander to and I ache to think I missed out on something epic. I know I will be back again. Leaving something undone creates a desire to finish. I will be back again. Each time is better than the last. But no regrets, what is is what is meant to be. I have lived, loved and laughed with no reserve.
J’non pas fine.
