Barcelona

Dusk pours like old wine over the palace. 

Columns glow with warm gold while the streets keep their cool. 

The city feels like a friend who has seen everything and is still rooting for you. You stand with the small hum of evening traffic in my chest, watching streetlights stitch a path toward the towers. 

Somewhere a baker locks the door, a couple argues soft, a violin searches for the right note. 

The air tastes of salt and stories. You think about all the ways we try to be new, and how the ancient lets us try again. The lights say come in. 

The shadows say take your time. For a moment the noise falls away and the heart remembers to look up. 

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