London and I

we kept quiet and didn’t have much to say to each other. I walked along her river and visited a gallery. it was nice and the Dali and Picasso made me smile. though the highlight was seeing the sun through the clouds in the window. I didn’t realise itever visited London.

the Christmas lights led me through Piccadilly and Carnaby. beautiful shops lit thefaces of everyone I passed. it’s overwhelming to realise each of them is facing their own troubling obstacles each day, and that I’ll never know a thing about them. it’s also strange to think that my face is one of thousands they’ll see again only as an extra in a forgotten dream before waking. I read recently that every person we see in our dreams is a face placed their from our memory, be it partner or manager, stranger or sibling. without our control others stay in our heads. it’s crazy to think about.

I’m on the train home. it’s been a big day of thinking and I’m excited to hug and see my Lewes friends. it’s odd to think my loved ones at home are waking up as I type. it’s even weirder to think that in a month I’ll be a world away from the people that matter here. a lot to process. but a lotto recognise as remarkable. to be grateful for. it will all make sense, I’m sure << x