Upon Arrival

The last 24 hours I have spent in almost constant motion.  First the drive to the airport, then the flight, then all those moving sidewalks in the airport, then the bus ride to our apartment.  When I finally climbed the five flights of stairs up to my door, opened all the windows and stopped to look around, I felt for a second like I couldn't really be in another country.  I looked around at the thoroughly standard apartment and could have sworn I've been in an identical one back in LA.  The first time I noticed a difference was when I leaned out the window.  Instead of the normal concrete buildings, or parking lots that I'm used to encountering when looking out a fifth floor window, I saw brick buildings with so much character that they brought an involuntary smile to my lips.  THIS is why London is so special.  You can practically feel the presence of this wonderful town's immense history.  On every block, around every corner, there pops up some ancient treasure that is so steeped in history and happenings that you can feel it like a physical force.  So... I have decided to soak up as much of this ancient energy as I possibly can, and perhaps to leave my own energy lingering around foggy London town.