Sometimes it occurs to me that it truly is the smallest things that make us happiest. 

The two young folk singers strumming cheerful melodies beneath the bridge.

And the sherbet pink strands embroidering the spring sky as the sun sets.

Running for the bus, and catching it. The feeling that your legs will carry you, if you ask nicely. And the congratulatory smile offered up by a woman, tousled hair and brown jacket, as I board.

The bus, empty, hurtling towards the swirling blue of night.

And how sometimes, just sometimes, London is so easy to love. 

  • Megan Madison

    MMmm. isn’t life beautiful? The tiny, simple moments you’ve written here about have a nostalgic feeling to them. Don’t think I’ve ever read a lovelier description of a sunset. 🙂

    xx. Megan

  • Lucy Aspray

    Running for the bus and making it has to be one of the BEST feelings!! We’re headed to London this weekend and I can’t wait. You’ve made me even more excited! xoxo

    • I know!!! I hope you had a wonderful time in London 🙂 hope to read about it on your blog soon!!x