The night was cool, although warmer than those dark winter nights we’ve just gone through; spring still has its fair share of the cold ones – frozen mornings and all that.
I found myself lost… wandering through shadowed street after shadowed street, looking for inspiration to match my thirst for creativity, but only finding dimming fluorescent lights, seemingly mocking me as they blinked out from view as soon as I approached. Doors around me slammed shut too.
I found a street. An oddly quiet yet bustling street, welcoming with an embracing glow of golden lights and distant harmonious music coming from one of the venues at the end: the Six Sentence Café and Bistro – and I noticed that’s where a lot of the people I somehow found myself following, going.
In I went… the door gently closed behind me, and I looked around… already I felt my inspiration generators firing up; this should be fun, I thought as I took a seat.