blue night of london - fragment post
a woman child with stars in her eyes took a bus through east london from Blackwall via Commercial Road to the City. alighted at the Minories. followed the breeze to the Tower. couldn't keep walking as every frame was exhilarating - between the ties of bridges, through the slats of scaffolding, 2 wisps of cloud perched between mast and crane; composite city, dense city, city of loud tranquillity.
heart bursting with joy at the view, all of central london an audience for a woman child skipping and tripping along in a reverie, a nerve she didn't know existed quivered at the creak of two thames barges in the high tide from the sea, the river a body of deepest blue east of the Tower, while to the west london bridge steadily psychedelic in pink, crisp sky cold air all the molecules a different shade of blue.
phone off, battery dead. free from the rhythmic beep beep of text messages and voicemail, and recorded conversations, clinging needs and small duties.
after 5 dates with the one on trial, and as many non dates with the one i crave, i suddenly found myself on a date with me. i've missed her. it's so easy to believe the world is narrow. the office walls have been closing in on me lately, especially as the kitchen, my refuge, is being refurbished. i have also been constrained by the limits of my mobile phone contact list. and it's not healthy to be able to check email from your phone everywhere. the amazingly good weather on this blue night of london, coupled with losing cyberspace access for a few hours led to shower like state of calm wisdom..
heart bursting with joy at the view, all of central london an audience for a woman child skipping and tripping along in a reverie, a nerve she didn't know existed quivered at the creak of two thames barges in the high tide from the sea, the river a body of deepest blue east of the Tower, while to the west london bridge steadily psychedelic in pink, crisp sky cold air all the molecules a different shade of blue.
phone off, battery dead. free from the rhythmic beep beep of text messages and voicemail, and recorded conversations, clinging needs and small duties.
after 5 dates with the one on trial, and as many non dates with the one i crave, i suddenly found myself on a date with me. i've missed her. it's so easy to believe the world is narrow. the office walls have been closing in on me lately, especially as the kitchen, my refuge, is being refurbished. i have also been constrained by the limits of my mobile phone contact list. and it's not healthy to be able to check email from your phone everywhere. the amazingly good weather on this blue night of london, coupled with losing cyberspace access for a few hours led to shower like state of calm wisdom..
- pick your battles. it's ok to be a little late for work just now, or to avoid exercise.
- i don't want him any more
- i must make those phone calls today
- i look forward to coming home and cooking a rib eye steak
Comments
Thank you, woman-child. I will remember that one :-)