San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Lost in a maze of side streets. Wandering towards noise. Humidity; shirt sticking. Tight alleyways, cars parked on cobblestone streets. Music floating down from open windows. Cheap beer to chase the sweat. Never changing, except it always does.
Left turn, then right. Left again. Windows and doors left open, anything for a breeze, but with it comes a glimpse of someone else's life. An angel, perched at the top of the stairs.
An unreal place. It ceases to exist when I leave.
