The Devil

Somehow knowing that you are not going to leave again is refreshing. Knowing that you have unpacked your suitcase, for at least a little bit, is comforting. Here I am in a cafe not a block from my street at ten at night. Live music is in the background while I watch the staff clean up. This sense of comunity is something I have never before experienced. It is less of a broad stroak and more in the subtle hints. The devil is in the details.