England
26 April 2007 @ 6:45 pm
Flying into London--
The sky looked like a watercolor painting,
Drenched in dusty oil pastels.
Comparisons:
The Tube is much smoother than the T in Boston.
I ordered the wrong beer to go with my cheese toasty. I brought an absurd amount of rain gear with me, and it was absolutely beautiful. I slid down my first railing. I wanted to curl up in one of the little villages we kept driving past. How many inches did that car stop from my body? Everywhere I went, the people I met reminded me of home.