Spring is in the air in London. The sky is blue, with hardly a cloud in the sky. The sun is shining, and all is bathed in the scent of that wonderful clear, earthy freshness that hints at the changing of the season. It couldn’t be more different than the grey day we had yesterday, where it didn’t stop raining from morning until night, and I spent all day indoors, staring out of the office window into the gloom of a wintry London sky.
What a difference a day makes! I have just been out for a stroll in South Kensington. It could have been June; there were ice cream vans on the street, people sitting in the park, soaking up the unexpected sunshine, and a general atmosphere of jubilation and ease amongst the crowds of tourists and families enjoying the half term holiday. For the first time in ages, I felt that all was well with the world; I could look up and enjoy the beauty of the sun hitting the time mellowed red brick of the buildings towering above me, a feature of the solid Victorian architecture that so defines this area of London. I could walk with my shoulders back and my head held high, no longer cowed over by the cold, or huddled under an umbrella to shield myself from the incessant rain. I could pause to admire the lovely display of flowers outside the tube station, and consider indulging in the luxury of a gelato from the Italian deli. I was in no hurry; there was no cold or rain to escape from. The world was my oyster. For an hour, at least. It was bliss.
It was a beautiful walk, on a beautiful day. A day during which, as Emily Dickinson would say, I can dwell in possibility, and in the loveliness of the beautiful city I am lucky enough to live in. It’s amazing what a bit of sunshine can do!
ps. photos aren’t mine – I didn’t take my camera with me today! But they are an accurate representation of my travels!