Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up

19.6.07

seven years to the day since arriving in London with a shoulderbag to stay for "I dunno, about two weeks?", a stranger walks out of an airport at midnight into the embrace of 100 degrees F air heavy and humid with the water of the Arabian sea and almost cries for sheer joy