"I remember the days when sand resided in my wallet as if it were trying to play the character of currency. Funny enough, it held more value than the Brazilian real and $1 bill that I had crumpled in there. It was the simple days that didn't hold more than halted strolls through pathways that were paved with pummeled grains of gold, so uneven my feet would long for even ground. Either way, I long for these days. The dance of the hustle and bustle of a city life, miles and miles away from the places where I stood and just watched. Watched as a world grand in it's nature, made sure to accommodate for it's inhabitants. Everything was simple. As it should be, for the most part." -k.m.