Summer’s merely a fleeting moment but this time it was going to stick around for a bit longer. And although I wasn’t anticipating the long haul flight back home, I definitely was looking forward to skipping winter altogether. The last three years were good to me; albeit a little bittersweet. Ironically, there isn’t much tying me back to it but I’ll always be drawn to its nostalgia and melancholy’s how I’ll always remember it. And so I smiled to myself as I finished packing up two cabin sized luggages strewn across the living room floor. Leaving London for a whole year never seemed like a better option than it did in that moment; and I was going to make a couple stops in Southern Europe right before heading back home. An ancient coastal fortress town in Croatia that literally and figuratively took my breath away was first on that list. Strolling through time in an old medieval town under the hot scorching sunshine and specular reflection from prussian blue waters against cruise ships and contentment that brought creativity to a halt will forever be how I remember the beginning of my extended summer.