We were in London.
Painted nails, heat rising from the underground through the pavements, strong buildings radiating history and prominence.
Every little molecule possesed by somebody different. Londoners seem to look after what they have as they have so little. That little is cared for, treasured.
London, a tiny place on the planet, yet a piece of every angle of the World lives there. Lives there in harmony with the rest, stay to the left, stay to the right, beeps here and smoke there. Wait….. Green go. Crowd, slow down. Mind the gap.
A Londoner will always be a Londoner, weaving effortlessly though the crowds and twisted streets to braid their own personal map of their life. Entwining you in their memories.