the beauty of what you love be what you do.
We met each other on a windy day and started our way through the Old Town. Our sight focused on the walls of the old buildings which have faced strangers for centuries. Our hair were flying in the wind, taking with them our thoughts which desperately try to be realistic. But we are a little bit dreamers. All of us. We are dreamers. Some of us. The particular spirit of the Old Town guides our imagination which creates perceptions on how it was... and how it will be. Our steps touch the Old Town's roadway, which remembers how it was and will meet us when we will return. Maybe sooner, or later.