It's Friday night.
I'm sitting at my desk, my laptop warm under my palms. Billie Holiday is in my ears and I'm drinking white wine.
Around me Ljubljana glows and hums. A small city, but it pulsates with a hidden energy. There are a thousand, hundreds of thousands, of smiling faces and broken hearts and new loves under the stars tonight. The Ljubljanica gently glides along, passing the bridges and the cafés, disappearing into the night.
So here I am, wondering what the rest of the world is doing. Tell me what you're up to tonight, and the rest of the weekend. You've commented here before? Do it again. A friend living an ocean away? Let's read what you have to say.
Good night, all.