Synchronicity

I lied about not writing again. Living in London is noisy - the sound of traffic forms a pulse - the nearby clubs and restaurants create something strange and vibrant. My world has its own soundtrack - everyday is different. I was pottering about my apartment this afternoon - enjoying the sensation of a new haircut (God it's a fucking great feeling)...anyway, this guy started singing in the shared parking lot...and it was just such a beautiful and unexpected sound. His voice was rich and dark and slightly jazzy. I wanted to quote Titania from Midsummer Night's Dream 'What angel wakes me from my flowery bed...' even though I was doing the dishes at the time. The moment was romantic, but fleeting. I opened the window and he carried on singing while he packed the boot of his car and for a brief moment I had that 'all is good with the world' feeling....that feeling that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. The sun is actually shining today, even though some thick clouds are hanging ominously on the horizon. London's skyline is made up of so many contradicting shapes. The old slated tiles on renovated Victorian flats, the old 1970's architecture of bad council estates, the new glass office spaces that look like something out of the 'Wizard of Oz' tinted emerald green and grotesque. I forget how amazing this city is sometimes....sigh...better get back to cleaning the flat.