In the middle of the city.
There's this hill.
It has the most perfect view.
There's a bench.
And you bring your own beer in a brown paper bag.
And you can watch the sun set to magnificent colours to your left.
And the city lights twinkle straight ahead.
There's people walking their dogs.
And I could just walk there.
Climb the hill.
And feel an enourmous sense of not only belonging... but ownership.
Today we leave. I wonder if that sense of ownership will too?