Plein air and hypnosis

My heart breaks under the pressure of a stranger's fatal habit. The smoky café signals to me a harder end. But the waiter's blurry language makes me smile despite myself, and I struggle to comprehend the insignificance of last night's dream. This is Ávila, with its walls that once kept people out but now serve as the main attraction. This is the place where the church bells toll at the boy market for fifteen minutes straight. This is the place where I look out over the land and think of nothing. This is the place where I lie at night and decide that if I could go home to you right now, I would.