at laika again...

another morning of sleeping in late...waking up to a cold air of morning and wondering for a moment where i was for a brief while. not realizing that i have been living in a dream...a dream filled with moments and sips of coffee, of little treats of painted graffiti on the walls of back alleys, of mustard yellow walls that are made of squares, of nights of street wandering made reflective after the rain in puddles...i miss the comfort of my own couch and table and the familiar sites of my beloved candles...there is my blue bike which i have not gone on 3am adventures with...i wonder how will be the reuniting with such objects. if the meeting will be sweet or sour...bittersweet perhaps as a are most partings and meetings....the only things which remain from such moments are the smell of a sweet perfume, the glimmer of a smile, the special gaunt of a walk.