Oh Budapest.
What a bizarre time that was. In my memory
it's almost surreal. The fog, the vodka, the Tokaya, it clouds things up, blurs
everything at the edges. In between, pictures so sharp they hurt. You. A bridge.
The thought of Joe.
I wish it had never happened, and I want it all back.
The gray Danube tried unfailingly not to move and failed. Nature was too strong for us.
I'm probably not supposed to be mentioning this, am I?