At first it seemed I fell off my cloud, but then I realised I just jumped to another. And then it became obvious I don’t have to stay on just one cloud. So here I am again, in between jumps, wondering where I’ll land next.
My days still begin the same and my bridge is still the same, with just a splash of color on those dark winter mornings.
Do we ever think of secrets our city hides in its shadows, or are we just too afraid of the dark?
Does everything look better in the daylight?
I know one thing, everything looks better with Berta by my side… With her smile.