Falling in love again……

I think I may have fallen in love.

Again.

This time the face is not unlined, pretty and smiling.

It is old. Very old. It greets me each morning with a strange murmer that I do not quite understand, and probably never will.

Every day it is the same face, yet somehow different. As if the more I look at it, the more it's beauty etches into my eyes.

Last night, it happened again. in the small hours, just before the first light of dawn - that time when history tells us rebels attacked soldiers as they slept in the field.

I awoke in a panic, worried that the object of my love may be just a dream, something I had read about. but it was no illusion. It was still there sleeping quietly.

I don't know how long this new love will last.

Hopefully, forever.

Even if, as I know very well, I must someday leave to continue my travels, I know that I will carry with me the image of a warm, friendly, vibrant face. For the present, I shall continue to feast my senses - and lose myself to the heart of this old city called Krackow............