One minute we were flying over continents so swiftly we could barely register the landscapes we passed over. The next minute we found ourselves stranded on this narrow ledge overlooking a busy street. It is nice to rest for a bit, to stand silently and watch more people pass beneath than are reindeer in my entire country. Where once I barely survived on tundra grass, it is the curry fumes from the Indian restaurant that now satiate me.
The people here love me. But I want to go back home. These twinkling lights are pretty, but I miss the snow.