Like a floating ballon over London

“I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.”
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

Ever since I met you I am floating over past, letting myself drifting free in unknown winds, landing in new lands, such as seen in dreams in fluffy clouds.

London skyline from my point of view, my new flat.

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