We're sitting in a window seat, the two of us. Sharing the small space the white leather sofa provides ensures we tied at the hip. I like the way that sounds. As if there's a piece of invisible string connecting us together. In a Brighton hotel room. We've been in England three days so far and I feel like we fit right in. Well, except the whole accent thing.
We're headed to London soon, but--until then--we're enjoying time by the seaside and working on seeing the world differently. Together.