Feel the warmth sunsetting behind the pinkish clouds
As evening falls into deep blueish purple dusk
Music playing, a gig for free, singing out loud
The notes drift up, his voice drones lowly busking
Cool breeze blows back and forth slowly wafting
Scents of cuisines from countries never seen
I breathe them in and dream of beaches gleaming
Of mountains snowcapped, of ancient cities sleeping
Waiting for my footsteps.