“The best bribe which London offers to-day to the imagination is that in such a vast variety of people and conditions, one can believe there is room for persons of romantic character to exist, and that the poet, the mystic, and the hero may hope to confront their counterparts.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Last Sunday was my final day in London and I spent the evening in the best way possible. The streets were freshly washed by the rain and the air was full of anticipation. The best atmosphere for walking or driving with your windows down, breathing the coolness.
Now thinking about it, it transfers me back to my first time visiting the city. I, the child of the Sun, was mesmerized by the ever gloomy and sometimes angry city, best friends of the rain and the darkness. There was something in it that filled my heart with pure love and appreciation, even to this very day.
There is something magical in the air, like a very powerful wizard enchanted it to make people fall in love. To dream about endless river and countless bridges. To feel the edges, but never point them out. To bath in the smell of upcoming storm and enjoy it with a smile. To just be! There!
Last Sunday was my final day in London and I felt like it’s the best time of my life. A small talk, a short walk, blue sky and freshly mowed grass, a smile and shared story. Daddy jokes, delicious dinner and a revelation. One of those nights, a night to remember!
Last Sunday was magical and this Sunday I’m re-living it in my head. Thousands miles away, but my spirit is still there – in the city of dreams, where I left my heart yet again.
