A Day in Paris

When I first got to Paris, I was just one face in a sea of people.  Many faces seemed familiar, but only one was the face of my close friend.  As I wandered through Paris, there were things that lit up my face with laughter and some that I wish I never experienced. 

Paris, once a place of people, became a place of inspiration and purpose. The sights and the unexpectedness gave me inspiration and encouragement to write everyday.  To say what I wanted and pour my soul into my writing.

Paris became my muse, and just because I left doesn't mean my memories left.