ambling on my way from London Bridge to Farringdon, my place of work; on mixed seasoned day, the type that can only happen in spring, I found my mind drifting, pleasured by walking at no particular speed or rhythm, except to the beat of mixed electronic infused music. As I caressed the Themes with my eyes, for the first time in a long time I felt at one, at total peace in a city that seldom has that to offer. It felt that for the brief 25 minute walk, London melted into an oasis, and what I was seeing and feeling was a mirage, evoking something so real but yet so dream like at the same time. This mindful state was crescendo, by the violins of Max Richter’s “on the nature of daylight” which sounded as the heavens opened and I entered a tunnel, before making to the bridge leading to St. Pauls.

On my first steps on to the bridge the sun broke through the clouds dousing me in all its glory, as St. Pauls stood as monumentally as ever, giving a glimpse into the history that it has seen, people it has awed, lives it no doubt has touched.

Either I truly was day dreaming or just ecstatically delirious as I crossed the water; but the thought of jumping in, to feel the thrill of the fall was tempting. Not a suicidal thought, rather an emotion of complete an utter resolution and content; something that stayed with me till the reality of an office crushed away. An experience that words will never be able to explain, just an experience that was. Simply an experience that, was.