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Spring has come to London


A woman with some food in her mouth was feeding the pigeons in the park I just walked by, do not know if she was eating ice-cream (based on the box) or the bird food she wad feeding the little feather friends. She looked happy, centered in where she was either way. 

 I have the day off, this Monday that most people are stuck at the office (yes, I know, Lucky me) and I decided to got to the Regents canal lock, one of those places in London that make me feel a bit closer to home. 

 There are two guys fishing at the lock edge, what they catch from the water do not ask me, but it probably looks like it was born and bread in Camden. Tug boats that drive in throw in the ropes, and tie the boats to the poles, only to shortly continue their journey. I am in the middle of it all. 

 Just had a flat white and a danish here in the sun, a female body builder just got up from her sunbathing and an Asian man told a curious by passer that his bulldogs name is Godzilla (no joke). A young man in a suit is sitting on the canal lock gate, a couple opposite me are making this their Ibiza. There is a Care-home on the other side of the Canal, former London workers enjoying the waterside garden.

There are not too many people, just a few, a girl is singing in Spanish and playing her guitar closer to the bridge leading to Angel. I can hear the waterfalls, I can not hear cars. I guess here I feel quite centered too.

Lately I have experienced a bit of a writers block, it is either been too hot, too noisy, I felt restless or tired or simply temporarily lost my belief in my writing skills. But for my next project, as long as the weather stays like today, I think I have found my writing spot.

I have a few poems on my mind, and a book I am thinking of writing. And here, where those two worlds, the stressful city and a thrown rope line washed in with some waves meet, feels like the right spot. That is what the book is about as well, those two worlds merging into one-another.

But now my butt cheeks hurt, the rocky lock edge is making its mark. I am going to get up and have a walk.






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