Packing is optimism. Unpacking is confession. This is the story of the coat that survived both.
Folded plans
You pack for the person you want to be. The hotel mirror introduces you to someone better dressed.
Unfolded truth
Rain finds you on the terrace anyway. The coat becomes a roof. You tip the sky like a waiter.
Hospitality is not a service. It is a sequence of small generosities that add up to a feeling you cannot invoice.
If you are reading this on a phone, pinch the day a little wider. If you are reading it on a laptop, close the other tab. The story is here now.
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