Electric Avenue
not unsurprisingly London was pure energy, memories, wanderings of peaceful peace, laughs and hours of conversation. circles manifested everywhere that make me an adventurer of happiness and the moment. moments in which nothing counts but the flavours of curries, soups, tea with milk and flapjacks, the smells of the tube or the cold air seeping out of hyde park, the fuzzy colours of lights reflecting on a wet street and the blinding sun rushing through the buildings, the sensation of the humidity from the grass in Greenwich and embraces of friends, the sounds of the airplanes circling way above on their way to Heathrow. and so on.  ¶ 10:35 AM