Barefoot on Bishop's Gate

There are things in the world which can be given freely because they belong to no one. Something like a sunset or the colour of leaves.

Or there is the view of a billion little lights of a city, a constellation of orange and the moment when it stops being just any city because suddenly the eye of London, Big Ben and the Thames can be defined in those lights.

There is walking along Bishop's Gate and realizing where you are shortly before walking down a street in an area known for Jack The Ripper.

There's stopping for Curry on Brick Lane and watching the world go by.

And then there's sitting on the Tube...the London Tube, an unstoppable grin upon your face.

I'm in London, baby. *smiles the widest smile of them all*