Sunday morning mist cloaks the horizon and conceals everything beyond the green grass outside my window. As I sleepily open up the terrace door and step out into the open, cool air rushes down into my lungs and I welcome this wake up call. Everything seems so peaceful this morning and I am momentarily lost in the quiet; nothing else exists beyond the colourful stripy chairs and empty plant pots that surround me.
Breathing deeply, I turn to look over at Canary Wharf; it too has vanished in the mist and despite not being able to physically see it in this moment, accumulated hours of observing every contour, window, and reflection have left an imprint safely in my mind. I love this view. Memories of sitting outside on balmy summer evenings and looking over at the shimmering lights of the tower fills me with warmth.
My eyes follow the line down towards the empty wasteland immediately in the foreground...
The diggers arrived before Christmas, followed shortly by the majestic cranes. Earth was gracefully lifted and moved; holes were bored and cement was mixed. Every sunrise brought with it a change and slowly but surely, bit by bit, walls began to grow skywards.
Then I realised something; with each passing day, the clear view of the beautiful towers were slowly disappearing right in front of my very eyes. Soon, within a matter of weeks, they will be gone completely from sight...forever. The countdown has already begun.
The winds of change are blowing gently onto my face once again and now, looking over into the morning mist, I can't help but wonder if this is a sign that it might just be time to move on to the next adventure.
This was powerfully written. I love the theme of moving on to new adventures. Exciting stuff indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you kind sir! Change is exciting, isn't it.
DeleteWhen I bought my house, you could see an entire bridge above a beautiful bay, and now 15 years later, skyscrapers cover 1/3 of my old view. It took me a while before I realized that where my house is when I am gone will be a huge apartment building, and I will be the old man who used to live there, that a few young neighbors just might remember. But with all changes were the self realizations that 15 years ago... I could never have dreamt of.
ReplyDeleteWow, that sounded beautiful. It is strange to see the skyline change right in front of your very eyes - like standing in the middle of a moving set.
DeleteExcellent writing, I felt I was looking at that disappearing view. I have similar experience, an apartment I had in Manchester had an amazing view that was vanishing every day, as construction continued. The view was gone by the time I moved out.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend! It is like we are witness to a change and the people who live in our apartments after us, will never get to see that particular view.
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