Black coffee in copper cups. Smoke fills the inner city bars and taunting love squeezes its way through bodies tightly joining in jovial entanglement.
Surrounded by a mountain fortress that protects and reveals, I return to the wooden walkways & cobble stone lanes that have seen many a wanderer on a passage from east to west. Gleeful sounds of mingling crowds merge with sticky tunes of histories past. Look below and you encounter a city lusciously folded into the valley, swimming in humid air and revealing above a sky of lucid lights.
Where I Hail From / Sarajevo