The sea of crows fly noisily towards their nests in the pink grey of the evening, as I walk beneath them, towards the paying ward.
This is what we do. This is our routine, I think to myself. The crows and me.
I’ve walked this walk for many months now, and these crows, they are always flying towards their homes when I get here. And they are always so loud. We seem to be going in opposite directions every time.
By the time we leave the hospital they’ll be fast asleep in their nests, the silence even though welcomed, will always be deafening.
Coming out of Mindshare office in Holborn, I wanted to pee. It was cold , the wind was really biting through my warm clothes, I was hungry and wanted something warm to drink and a bite to eat, but mostly, I wanted to pee. I didn’t look around much when I quickly dashed into one of the eateries near by.
I quickly informed the smiling gentleman at the counter what I wanted and dashed downstairs to use the loo. I came back, sat by a window and watched the world pass me by , content that I was in what seemed like a very cosy nice little place. I then looked around after a while and read the name on the mug of hot chocolate in front of me.
Everything else then happened in slow motion. I noticed the Jamie Oliver books on the counter, the banners, the chalk boards. Ah. The pizza chef throwing a flattened round dough to the ceiling, winked at me in slow motion while the dough fell back into his hands.
The food was amazing. So fresh and fragrant. The hot chocolate, it warmed my soul.
I hope I get to see you again.
See you in the museums of London and the streets full of people with their impeccable dress sense ; stockings, high heels, jackets and upturned noses. I hope I get to drink with you in the old pubs frequented by famous authors and famous parrots . Smell you in the smoke that arises from exotic food sold in street markets. I hope I get to sit beside you in the subway while your nose is buried in your book, or with you on the side of the road by the homeless guy with the dog , or sit on the cold floor in front of the street musician who’s playing some sort of chinese flute. I’ll smile at you while you feed pigeons in front of the Tate , God knows pigeons scare me witless.
I hope I get to see you in Degas and van Gogh, standing so close to you I could almost nose bump your art. So close. I hope I get to walk with you by the river thames . The water is dirty but the atmosphere, magical.
I hope I’ll get to watch more broadway with you, crying with you one more time , not knowing why we are crying.
You come off a bit cold and very very polite but I know, I can tell, you and I are just like old friends, waiting patiently till we see each other again, smiling at the memories over a cup of Ceylon Tea.
Delivery guy / Artist after work in the dusk by the side of the road
Ah the magical magical Spitalfields ! Love at first sight. A bit pricey but so pretty.
I spent an entire day just walking through this beautiful place taking pictures. .Perfect day, albeit the cold.