The air tastes sweeter in my favourite places. Summer tastes
like the dewdrops on grass in my garden, but London still somehow tastes free.
Despite the grey, the pollution, the swirls of graffiti like tattoos across the
buildings, London sets me free.
Pangs of excitement surge through me as I weave through
Waterloo station, sipping my soy cappuccino through a satisfied smile. I have
been here before. I have walked through London many times. Stations, landmarks,
tourist areas, all the way through the multi-coloured flags of Soho, past the
golds and reds in Chinatown, bumping into tourists as I meander along the
river.
The familiar Starbucks on every corner, like a beacon of energy reminding me to prolong sleep as long as possible - London is awake, and I should be too.
A weather proof city that looks as beautiful in autumnal sunsets as it does during the vicious December wind. Even the naked trees with their clawed branches greet me.
I read 'if you're tired of London, you're tired of life'.
Maybe the answer to being tired isn't always sleep. Instead of closing your eyes, try opening them a bit more, let them really see what's in front of you. I think that's the reason why I love London so much. You can't not see it.
This multicoloured, multicultural, beautifully hideous city feels like home, because it will accommodate you, whoever you are. Maybe that's why we all love it so much.
