I sat down to try writing through part V or VI or whatever I was up to in describing the past year (now, year and 2+ months) of my life in the mirror-world, when I realized: it’s now April. While I’ve written a bit about my own experiences, how these made me feel and…
The Trees Bend To Me
The waves rock me slowly to sleep,
My eyes watch the water.
The brightest quiet hijacks my body:
It is the warm embrace of a lover.
The trees bend to brush my face -
I feel their leaves in my hair.
The soil, the bugs, the dead things, too,
In a campaign to wash me bare.
Mother, I know you never intended…
There are many wonderful and whimsical aspects of living in Hampstead, “the original urban village.” Since I want to get right into the Frognal enigma, I’ll just leave you with this quote:
Hampstead is a village of dreams gazing down loftily…
Where were we? Ah yes, The Dog Star. My absolute favo(u)rite thing about living in London is all the chance encounters with the whimsical and the historical.
In case you missed it, the full year in review can be found below, yo.