SpanishMintcovered

September 23 rd , 2017 5:15pm My hands fall on warm rod iron railings and clasp tightly as I lean over this vaguely familiar balcony as far as it lets me. My neck craned, my toes tippy. I had this unfounded desire that sprung me from the desk chair I had started to think was slowly moulding into my body, to look as deeply as possible into the distance of this narrow, winding side road, to see as many of these ancient and intricate buildings that line the skinny streets, towering almost threateningly if it weren't for each and every balcony like mine, strewn in perfect vertical rows reaching 4 stories above me, each littered with forgotten flowers (thriving regardless), bravely swaying laundry, and curtain corners caught in last night’s hasty retirement. I take in the deepest breath my lungs can house, my only defense against the lump in my throat that has been swelling since sunrise. And two different times throughout today I almost caved and called home just to spill m