today was for wandering.
i checked the weather forecast before leaving my london flat, decided against an umbrella, and set out with my laptop, a pocketful of mixed nuts, plastic baggies, and my keepcup in tow.
alas, today was also a day for rain. as soon as i popped above ground in st. james park, sporadic raindrops began to slowly penetrate every square inch of my previously dry head. they were chilly, and methodical in their gradual saturation. i don’t remember a single moment of today when i was outdoors and not being rained on, but for one reason or another, it felt nice. i wasn’t glad for the rain, but the wetness was never bothersome. i could even say it was refreshing.
today was a day for wandering, and feeding squirrels, and balancing pigeons, and visiting garden museums, and drinking coffee, and walking, and royal parks, and rain. lots and lots of rain.
today i played the role of tourist.
today i spent time with some friendly squirrels…
and birds of all kinds.
today i visited a museum.
i have to be careful not to get frustrated when out-of-towners, the tourists, walk much more slowly than me, or stall in a crowded sea of people thus keeping me from getting to wherever i’m going by a few seconds more.
i have to remember to become a tourist myself sometimes. to walk slowly, stand in the constant drizzle from above and not care that my wrists are cold and my hair is wet. i should feed the birds, and stall on the walkway for long enough to take it all in, and remember that no one is forcing me to be here. i could pack up tomorrow and settle down elsewhere, somewhere with open fields and room to breathe, but i am here.
i’m doing my best not to take it for granted.