Beans, Baguettes, & Boulogne

Alone except for strangers, I surveyed this Friday sunset from a gray bench, unwilling to fathom the same concreteness of my imminent departure. My Norwegian daydream had become a temporary reality and I wasn’t keen to relinquish him.
You might say I’m reluctant to unclench my sweaty palms from this city I’ve grown to cherish, this beautiful far-away Oslo. View Larger

Alone except for strangers, I surveyed this Friday sunset from a gray bench, unwilling to fathom the same concreteness of my imminent departure. My Norwegian daydream had become a temporary reality and I wasn’t keen to relinquish him.

You might say I’m reluctant to unclench my sweaty palms from this city I’ve grown to cherish, this beautiful far-away Oslo.