London. Big Ben announcing noon on Peter Pan's magic clock. Second star to the right and morning is over, the sun is high in the sky and I wish I had some fairy dust to enjoy the view. I nod toward the Eye that keeps a close watch on the Thames, following the rubbish--eating--current that flows through the heart of the city.
Old streets, heavy feet, dates that boggle my mind. Energy, smog, double decker expectations. Spectacular greens, yellows, blues and gray sunshine. I navigate the colored lines of the underground and emerge to the delight of people-watching benches. Imaginary lines of time, murder mysteries, and sparks of electricity.
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