Summers end
London, I love you, can we go on a walk?
Summers end always come faster than I anticipate. Next week we’ll be in September. I can feel the heat simmer out. I have to leave for work with a light jacket . I know it’ll be cold on my cycle home. The sun is still glazing on my skin but I can feel it’s impermanence. I’ve always been good at noticing when things begin to end.
I’m trying to enjoy it whilst it’s still here. I know in a month I won’t be able to leave the house without a coat and scarf. I leave my house without a jacket as much as I can. Drink enough beer that even if the breeze does come I have a beer blanket keeping me warm. There’s nothing more than I have ever loved than a warm summer evening. Sitting in a smoking area of a bar with my shoulders out of display.
Autumn in London is the best time to fall in love. The city turns into an amber kingdom, the rain finally feels suitable. There’s still a warmth to it.
London only works in the in-between, in transition, in movement. It is never static.
London, I love you, will you ever stop moving too fast? At times I feel I finally catch up. We’re running side by side. Sometimes I feel I might just get ahead of you, ahead of the curve, but that’s when I get a stitch and have to walk this one out. When will I learn that it’s a marathon and not a sprint?
London, I love you, but can you slow down? I love you, can we go on a walk? We’ll stop and look up at the Victorian houses and I can show you the Banksy around the corner from my house. Maybe then we can make it work. I’ll stop dreaming about running away. London, I love you, we can make this work.
Summer in London is always wet and sticky. I’m always dealing with some sort of love sickness— maybe it’s heatstroke. The sun never stays around long enough to fall in love. And when it does come it’s fast and passionate and painful.
I’ll leave my jacket home until it starts to get cold again. When I have to face the music. I’ll try to make this moment last for as long as I can make it stay. Until I have to face the music, stop denying the changes of the season.