Hope springs
A couple of weeks of glorious blue skies, bright sun, and balmy weather (bar today) seem to herald spring in this grey and damp little island. As the temperature gets warmer, the days longer, my working hours shorter, and my weekends freer, I find that I'm falling in love with my city again.
A stroll in the park, a comedy night and clubbing in Balham, a walk along the river, a browse around the Tate Modern, a highly entertaining understated British slapstick comedy, and duck rice at a new Chinese restaurant...
I feel like I'm being wooed by my city in the most quaint, old-fashioned of ways, where each date brings a new discovery, highlights a new facet of my would-be lover. My heart is lifted, my step is sprightlier, because this spring, like all new beginnings, brings hope.
A stroll in the park, a comedy night and clubbing in Balham, a walk along the river, a browse around the Tate Modern, a highly entertaining understated British slapstick comedy, and duck rice at a new Chinese restaurant...
I feel like I'm being wooed by my city in the most quaint, old-fashioned of ways, where each date brings a new discovery, highlights a new facet of my would-be lover. My heart is lifted, my step is sprightlier, because this spring, like all new beginnings, brings hope.
2 Comments:
I guess it is time like this that the weather in london and melbourne 'coincide'...not too warm, not too cold, just nice. Same goes with the moods these days, not overly excited nor too bothered .Just nice.
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vyanne, at 10:58 AM
I couldn't help noticing that a majority of those 'dates' with the City were experienced with me! *lol*
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Anonymous, at 1:00 PM
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