I walked down Royal street today with ear buds in my ears, listening to Rufus Wainwright cover Hallelujah as the sun hit my face. I walked past the human statues, the street musicians and gutter punks as I peeked into galleries, antique stores and moved onward, feeling like I was saying goodbye already, even though I'll linger a little longer.

She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

I listened to the song and it made me miss think of someone that I knew I was going to miss and had already started to;even before I've left. I don't know which I was saying goodbye to; New Orleans or the person on my mind, but today felt like a goodbye.