carey green

Ensemble

It was 5 AM in the morning and she opened up the small Moleskine black notebook in front of her and was again transported back in time. She looked up for a moment. She had landed less than an hour ago, and from her seat in front of the small café near the Champs-Elysée she could see the whole city begin to awaken. It was as if she were transported back thirty years in time, and in an instant, she felt young and alive again. She thought back over the incidents of the past week and just what had brought her back to this place.