Paris

Paris, river light on your skin, the roofs singing their old harmony while the Seine slides past at an easy pace.

You drift along the bank, trees brushing gold over your shoulder, and the sky acts as a soft ceiling that keeps the city kind.

Cars whisper by and conversations bead along the air. The facades stay calm and certain, a chorus of stone that steadies your step. A warm glow folds into the streets and you feel a door in the day swing open.

You taste the patience of this place, a seasoning learned over centuries. You hear the small applause of leaves and the laugh of water against the wall. In that rhythm your heart finds extra room.You carry this with you as evening gathers. A quiet courage, a friendly nod from a city that loves long stories. You walk on, part of the scene, ready for the next chapter.