It's calling

This morning I read a small article on the Smiths and a couple other British bands and my heart ran fast and my mind instantly went back in time. Then I read probably one of the most beautiful blog posts here. And then I realized. Six years ago this week I was in London. So that is why I was having odd reactions to things I was reading that were all things London. That trip changed my life. It was gorgeous from start to finish. Having my palm read in the car on the way to the airport, tears streaming down my face because everything I heard was everything I wanted to hear. Spending lots of time at train stations, waiting. Eating falafel every nite on the way home from the bars. Drinking absinthe while on fire. Walking endlessly along shops & in museums. Having tea with the Thames to my right. A black and white photo taken of me that I love so much. I want to go again. This time with my love. Not alone.