Island Market

The ferry docks. I step onto this market on an island. The crashing of waves gives in to footsteps on cobblestone. The wind bites at my skin, sharp and indifferent. The buildings stand silent, a bland industrial husk.

But then I walk in —

Bustling crowds and open chatter. A warm scent of spices and pastry greet me. Produce, fruits and flowers. All so vibrant, and fresher than I’ve ever seen. Children rush to the candy stalls, impatient and gushing with excitement. Families stand in the deli line, deliberating between cheeses and pates.

All of these, if only I could take home. Alas, I’m a traveler, I’m not here to stay.