We landed in London to grey skies and left it in wind and the first small flakes of snow. It’s snowing in Edinburgh, too, says my friend on Facebook. It’s the first proper snow, although I’m not sure how much of it is supposed to stick.
My visit to London was quick. We arrived on Saturday at lunchtime and I said goodbye to my friends Monday morning, then stood and watched the bus pull away for the other terminals. My flight had been cancelled but I’d had no luck on the phone the night before, so showed up at the airport with my suitcase and cameras and hoped for the best. I ended up with the sweetest customer service employee and a window seat on a flight two hours earlier than my original one.
I’m writing this from the airplane. Below, England is covered in white with black stretches of highway and water. The result is geometric, mathematical. I listen to the same song on repeat and count down the minutes until I am back in my own apartment, ‘til I can shower and change and sleep.
I’ve spent two weeks without coffee. It was a decision made with no preemptive thinking. I woke up one day and didn’t want it. It was the first time that’s happened in year—in a full decade of drinking the stuff every morning, two or three times a day. I don’t know if it will last but I wake up every morning without a headache and there suddenly seems to be more hours in the day, more time to walk and breathe and write.
I’ve had visitors for a week and a half—no small amount of time to spend with the same two people. But I’m happy they came. It’s always interesting to lead someone around your everyday life, to see it fresh through their perspective. But playing tour guide has meant no time for myself, no hours to write and no hours to finish a book I’m halfway through.
So now back to the everyday and it’s back to all those little things and it’s back to the ground soon, I hope, because I do not like airplanes very much.
photographs taken with a Canon 60D at the London Eye in London, England.
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