Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

Londonaria

I have longed for the day on which I may tread your moss-encrusted concrete slabs once more. I so wrongly left you on a hasty exit, for greener, cleaner air with no promise of my return. I had not stopped to think of the consequences a dalliance with the supposed countryside may have had, and am writing to inform you that I would so very much adore to be in your company once more.

I miss the way your skyline looks down on me as the sun lowers in its eternal quest for the perfect circle. The way your streets glisten at the prospect of rain is pleasing to my eye; the acres of greenery hidden in leafy suburbs and the tranquility to be found within can perhaps fill even the soundest doubter with alarmed suprise of how much your personality can snappingly change. Far from being alarmed, I truely am in awe of such variety.

I am sadly not so fond of having to squishingly pile onto unfriendly public transportation systems in order to make the eight-forty-five roll-call of Yet Another Day, or to breathe your noxious air, or to listen to twenty-four-hour-party-people holding a rave in a warehouse fifty metres away, however I am willing to compromise; you seem to accept me for my many faults, therefore I feel I must do the same. Even if you make sleep at five twenty three in the morning impossible as you wish for as many people in the immediate vicinity as possible to be woken to a Bob Marley sunrise.

We may indeed have the most tempestuous of relationships; I certainly do harbour a large amout of respect for the red-bricked ominence of Manchester, and Newcastle will always hold a very special place in my thoughts, however I have reserved the most special and preciously guarded corner of my heart for you. Your people may appear outwardly cold, and your manner may change day-to-day depending on the weather, but from a young age I have been bewildered, amazed and inspired by you. You are intricate and your ways are astoundingly, hugely complex, however this does not dampen my innate respect for you, it merely magnifies the amount I wish to get to know you better. You are truely unique.

I would give so much just to be able to wander aimlessly along your banks and bridges as the crisp night sets in, admiring every single twinkling light as stars bedecked in your majestic crown. Nothing else compares to the freedom you bestow upon the people you let call themselves part of you. You deserve a large amount of respect and wonderment from all.

Perhaps, one of these days, we can reacquaint ourselves with this magical compassion we shared, maybe for a drink, or a meal, or a journey of discovery, loping slowly along, hand-in-hand, through this semi confused state we call life.

…Please?

Yours truely, until our final exhalations of words vanish into the ether,

Absolutely Miles Away

(p.s. I’ll do your washing up for a week. And I’ll iron your shirts. And….)

I haven’t seen the entirety of this city for a while, I’m afraid. But from my view over this south-western corner, I have said hello to it for you. I am sure you will it whisper hello back.

In the meantime, all I can say about this post is this.

Beautiful.

thank you very much, sir.

i do hope London whispers back to you as well. Also that you might care to whisper your thoughts at it once in a while…

San Francisco calls back to me a lot of the time that way. The open air breezes with the cold ocean blanketing her shores as I go through hustle-and-bustle of streets of both absolutely tech to shoddy in all one city block. There is bohemian urban art as well as fine sculpture. You can go two blocks and hit China, Japan, Korea, and even Italy.

Where my parents live, is like Little Asia. Your neighbor could be Indian, Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, or Japanese, amongst others.

San Francisco I really miss. The Bay Area is home.

I hope you have visited San Francisco to know what I mean…

London says “THANK YOU”

A London dweller wishes you’ll return sometime soon.

andophiroxia : unfortunately i have never visited yet it sounds highly intriguing - and good to know a fellow person admires a city so.

Doobrie - I hope London says Thank You to you too.

Anne : thank you - and I hope London continues to treat you well also.

London does not whisper to me. It mutters rudely in the stinky Blue Nun breath of a seventy year old wino round the back of King’s Cross. But I love it still.

Jack : ah, most wonderful! however London chooses to communicate, in whatever way…