table for one

I ventured out this morning for the first time in a week (read posting below to know why) I ventured out and for the first time in a week and I started to breathe. This city for me is the biggest tank of oxygen (with a glass of wine mixed in) Even though I just made it as far as the supermarket, I realized I was alive and kicking (not quite kicking but you get the idea). I also realized that its a city I explore alone. Actually I never feel alone. This city always feels like a wonderful motherly woman (with an occasional bad temper) but always with her arms around me. Its a city that makes you feel that there is a lot to explore, not just the surface stuff but deeper more meaningful things. A woman with great stories.A woman thats lived.

Yes this city is a woman. A woman in her late forties who wears a little bit too much make-up and who refuses to give in to her age.But a beautiful warm woman all the same.She must have been a very sexy in her youth.She still has a lot of seduction.I like that in a woman....oooops!!! I mean city.
Yes this is a city that I explore alone. I feel I am on a mission. An explorer of sorts. Now leave me in peace so I can smell her neck.....The city that is. MMMMmmmmm! Slightly older perfume but what a body.