Tuesday, 2 September 2014

London - 30 Days #2



To find out more about the 30 Day Writing Challenge, click here.

Foreword: This prompt was sent to me by Jessica Crisp via email.

The prompt was:

 'It's my birthday on 15th September and it'll be almost a year since I left the UK. It's my first birthday away from home, family and friends and I do kinda miss the UK believe it or not! So, I'd love it if you could write something about England. Just take me home for a little while.'



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Inhale.

An explosive aroma of tropical flora swirls in the air in wispy plumes of a colour I can almost see. A dazzling spectrum of refracted light rains down upon me in iridescence, illuminating every solitary dew drop upon the giant sprawling lily pads big enough to sit on. The air hums with life and humidity, the very essence of the season is rich and intoxicating, hypnotically beautiful like the shimmering panes of glass that make up the great greenhouse of Kew. I've paused here for a moment, but there is so much more to see.

The season races around the capital as I do, pouring and tumbling through the streets and parks, a golden beacon which brings forth the fruit to the trees and the humans to the sunshine. Thumping music rises from great striped big top tents, and I watch as the people put their hands in the air and close their eyes as I pass, each lost in themselves singularly, but all together a part of something more remarkable. 


The great buildings soar and clamber skyward, and atop each I see life, simply elevated. The rooftops are delicately coated in greenery and trees and little lights with laughing, singing people drinking wine and conversing animatedly. I muse at these wonderful sky gardens, the charm of nature not lost to the imposing urban hostility of these towering silver structures.

As I rise higher and higher the season reaches it's peak, I hear steel drums and street performers, I smell coconut and pineapple and watch the symphony of colour of the carnival, relish in the sound of breathless squealing laughter as the children of the capital dance through the jumping fountains and gaze in awe upon knowledge and discovery from afar, dragging their exhausted parents around the zoos, aquariums and the countless cavernous museums, aching with history and life. 


As I begin my descent I feel a change in the atmosphere, a drop in temperature which descends as I do, and I find my attention caught by lovers. The season changes, the leaves turn to ochre and fall like confetti as they sit hand in hand at the open air theatre in Regents Park. She rests her head on his shoulder and both entirely oblivious to one another, a simultaneous flurry of excitement blossoms within them both.

I weave at speed in and out of the buildings of the East, where the artists, the creatives and the empassioned brainstorm furiously with fervor and thrilling urgency, projecting to one another a dazzling stream of inspiration and innovation, collaborating to bring forth my presence into the physical world. Each space I pass is inhabited by a different sphere of creation, but all so harmoniously in tune with their own purpose.

The brassy windswept days lend themselves to libraries and learning, adventure and discovery, visiting the old ancient sights of a traditionally tourist route, things you've seen every day but always overlooked, before the evening brings roaring fires, hearty meals, jazz music and dancing til dawn.

The air turns crisp and cool and white, and the mornings bring a haze of icy fog upon the great river. The days of breathless summer seem only now an echo, but you don't have to look to hard to find the fundamental essence reignited.


The streets become bursting with wooden stalls and sensory delights, the smells of cinnamon and roast chestnuts. The Bavarian Christmas markets are in full swing by December, and twinkling little lights line near every street and illuminate the great river like some great heavenly artery.

Lovers fall gracelessly in fits of laughter as they dance across the ice at Somerset House, before surrendering their chances with a career in such and venturing back into the warmth for a steaming mug of hot chocolate or spiced mulled wine. 


As the Eve draws closer I find myself with more freedom of presence, until the great day comes itself. The only day in which not a person can be found outside.

On that day, I take form, and my feet touch the pavement first at Piccadilly. My soundless footsteps trace the paths so many before me have walked over so many hundreds of years, and I feel all of the history of this glorious city weighing upon me like thick layers of wool.

But not with any discomfort - on the contrary, the apparent burden of this history is a blessing, to feel the emotion, the story and the life of every soul who has dwelled within the walls of this beautiful, archaic city since its inception. To know that each and every person wandered, suffered, experienced, rejoiced and loved in their own little way, paving the way so that all those who inhabit the city today, can do so.

That day, the day of days where I felt no fear of being noticed, I walked from Richmond to Stratford, Camden to Waterloo, from Greenwich to Wembley and I realised I loved no place on this little planet, quite like this stoic, resilient heart, whose veins sung the story of it's people for all those who were only so willing to listen.

Exhale.


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10 comments :

  1. Gahhh this is so good <3 Made me look forward to Christmas as well :D

    hellomissjordan.blogspot.co.uk xx

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    1. Yay thank you so much Jordan, me too! I absolutely adore Christmas, it's the bestttttt! x

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  2. KATIE I AM SPEECHLESS

    Your words simply flow - you simply get literature. You get the flow, you get the rhythm, you get exactly when and where to describe, where to be philosophical, you get it all. And I seriously envy you in the most heart-warming sense. Because you inspire me. You inspire me to continue writing, to let words tumble out from my thought paths through my fingers, onto my key board and onto a blank page. You inspire me to carry on, to simply write, and appreciate everything a little more. Ever since the discovery of your blog, your music, your attitude and simply you, I feel as though I've become a better person. That it's okay if life really is a bit shitty at times but even in the shittiest situations we can find tiny morsels of joy. You are truly a huge inspiration to me and I commend you sincerely. I want to inhale and exhale your words. Could I say perfection? No. Because it;'s more than that. It's as though all you've done is put some words into a brilliant order and I want to savour this special code, this order, because it is truly spectacular and you just get life. Despite our 6 year age difference I have a feeling we would get on well. I won't ever stop singing your praise, because you are truly, my favourite blogger.

    Lauryn x

    p.s. This was drastically sentimental and I inwardly cringed reading it back but I'll try and live remarkably and do good in this world. My good for today is making you feel good (I hope-hopefully not in a this 15 year old is a damn crazy stalker way)

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    1. Lauryn! Holy crap I don't even know where to begin, is it weird that I want to like print this off and frame it and stick it on my wall? Ha but honestly, this is the most incredible thing I have ever received and I thank you so so much for your generosity.

      To be honest I never really studied writing or literature that much it just kinda flows through my bones and I don't really know how or where it has come from but suddenly it's just there on the page before me haha. I think you'll empathise with that feeling!

      I was actually feeling a bit dejected about this one cause it didnt get any feedback and my words and like my babies but your comment just completely made up for it!

      God I am actually gonna screenshot this and save it forever haha.

      Look forward to meeting you one day x

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  3. This was honestly so incredible. It made me so excited for my eventual move to London and on one of the worst nights of my year so far you've made me both happy but so hopeful of everything that is to come. Thank you <3

    Lucy-J Loves | UK Fashion, Beauty & Lifestyle

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    1. Ah god this is so lovely to hear! I too am so so excited about moving to London, as you can probably tell! Chin up lovely :) x

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