For the first time in ages, I am not in a rush. Not late, not hurried, at peace. Dusk is quickly setting in as I stroll along Southbank and up towards the National Theatre.
The last remaining rays of evening sun reflect off the rippling water to give everything one last burst of light, before vanishing for another day. Within a few minutes, it will be night-time, and the illuminated iron lamps will guide the way.
I love it here.
Boats hypnotically snake their way along the current-filled river and I watch as the undulations are momentarily displaced before calming again, leaving no trace whatsoever that the vessels were ever there.
And I continue onwards under the protecting canopy of trees, breathing deeply once again as a light evening drizzle blows in and gently places a cool mist onto my face. The city has been harsh lately and I welcome its gentle embrace once again. I have wanted this, needed this.
Sometimes in life, things get difficult; swallowed up by identical days and freezing nights, it’s easy to get lost in the maze; but somewhere, buried deep in the solitude of restlessness, lies something beautiful, calming. We all need these moments of quiet to reset, and as the colourful banners of the theatre come into view, I’m suddenly struck by how important it is to have people in our life who will love us unconditionally and always be there for us when things get tough.
You, sir, have a gift of words. This was truly beautiful. Thank you for sharing. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Morgan! Hope you are well and had a lovely weekend.
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very poignant...
ReplyDeleteCheers Mike, you're a gent!
DeleteAnd how very fortunate we are if we find those people...
ReplyDeleteThis was very soothing. I think you need to become my hypnotherapist.
It's great to have people in our life like that isn't it.
DeleteHaha, that could be my new calling...thanks my friend.