It is a gift, the presence this place has.
It is where ribbons of laughter unfurl and ring like silver bells. It is where dreaming eyes glisten as they gaze into the Thames River for the lost treasure of hope. It is where the sweetest wild flowers of happiness can be found. It is London.
So many people, and equally many shadows to play with. Don't be tricked though. There is still much room for life in London.
Red buses are everywhere, and so are green olive trees. Hence the road to venture out never ends.
The sky's translucent blueness blends into a tender mauve and white as the night approaches. But beyond those deepening shades of night lie people’s dreams, and we are all living in them—like this man, who kisses the music that is not for coins but for inspiration.
As this is London, where an impish sense of freedom jumps around everywhere, it would be perfectly natural for the souls to dance right there, in the middle of the traffic and the heartwarming sun.
London's sky never betrays the city's architectures as it holds them in the high dome of clear sunlight. (referring to both photos)
Surely, nothing is more magical than a clock tower whose silhouette showers the night with a floating yellow sun embroidered with time.