Foggy Night

First night on the East Coast.

Canada here, actually. So on the way to the East Coast.

Everything's been a haze. I can't remember everything in chronological order - not even close. All I have is impressions. Isolated impressions:

A bright light
A familiar scent
A pretty voice
A warm smile
A touch
Crazy, crazy nights

And that's all.
I can put them all together and try to make some sense out of it - a story, maybe. But I don't want to.
I enjoy my isolated impressions.