Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Homeward Bound

Dragging my hands along the walls, watching as the debris fell onto the dirty wooden floors. The plaster crumbled, the brickwork exposed, the ceiling cracked and cobwebbed. I long to stare out of a window with shutters. I long for the taste of humid air and a lingering smell of dust in my nostrils. I miss the way the sand felt between my toes, the way the hot concrete felt underfoot, the sound of crowds and the light, most of all, I miss the light.