Play in Motion

The plan didn’t go much further than drinking a bottle of vodka upon arrival. The final night of bar-tending, two bus trips and a night spent in a city I would never know seemed like its own accomplishment. From the station another city seemed to open in two directions and the one I chose led to buildings huddled around cobblestone roads leading to a canal. The set of stairs wound from view, and a forgotten winter chill rose from the masonry as I sipped, Mediterranean soil caked still in my shoes and perspective also. I cared less and less of the sudden nightfall as my lips pressed the bottle, somehow I found my way to a small outcropping on the campus of a University. I saw the floral toned lights of an enormous whirling Ferris wheel as I lay down, unsure if they were real. I couldn’t manage to care.