When a city bears the mark of a person, he will be everywhere in the city.
In the wind, in the rain, in the sunshine, in every breath. Even in the sweat beads in summer, or in the white breath exhaled from the mouth in cold winter.
You meet him here, and maybe you part with him here. You leave, or he goes away.
But this city will always be here, remembering and remembering the things you are trying to forget.
I will keep writing and tell you a story that makes my heart move.