Paris, beneath the Eiffel Tower, you stand where sky and city shake hands.
The light turns honey and the rooftops hum. Steel holds the evening like a secret as clouds wander with the patience of old sailors.You breathe in butter and wine from hidden kitchens. Plane trees whisper. A bell answers.
The iron above is a cathedral and the streets below, a quiet choir.
Your chest loosens and your steps follow the easy rhythm.
Joshua Campbell
Director