Confess, Why? Is it Conscience? Is it Heart? Is it Spirit? Is it the Spirit that lives within me? Is it love? I think so.
My wife to be and I landed in Delhi, walked through a crowded and unremarkable arrivals. We picked up our backpacks and hauled them onto our backs. Then bent down and picked up our front packs but... avoided putting them on our fronts… not a cool look (that wouldn’t last!). We walked out of the building and onto a busy pickup area. There were so many people rushing around and they all had one thing in common – they all seemed to know exactly where they were going. I think that it was at this point that it hit me – I should have read all the guide books I had purchased.
Sat in a coffee shop, "Organically" with my sparkling water in a elegant glass bottle and a flat white with a fern leaf decorating the top and rich, dark coffee escaping around the edges. Aviators on the table, Sennheiser's channeling Loyle Carner from the iPhone.