In and out, close and far

Paris Plage.

Maybe, what I miss most about summer is not just street walks whose existence is barely touched in the cold, but sitting down on a bench or a sidewalk and observe or read, for as long as you like, warm air embracing you and sun rays caressing you through the branches. Melting into your own world in the middle of the city’s sea of people. Reading outside is somehow not the same as in that enclosing space of your own room, although I’m not sure why I prefer parks to my sofa. Maybe, appreciating the inner and the outer world is inter-connected.

No matter the season though, I realized I have a growing affinity for anonymous city readers, which are nowadays mostly my fellow metro passengers. That summer day, it was this girl meters away from me, but somehow close in her attentive leaning posture. I was wondering what she was reading, while I was sadly finishing AnaΓ―s Nin’s early diary… Oh that fever of living.

For WPC: A Face in the Crowd.

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    1. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ can’t say I never thought about it, plus it is a good kind of a test… Thinking about it now, I might do it even more often, since nowadays I usually end up dating the non-readers… Gotta stop that somehow πŸ™‚

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