Round 3

Round 3 begins with an end. And in a way, it’s more “let go” than “let’s go” this time, but I guess it is only with one that the other can come.

On the flight here I watched Jackie, Lion and Manchester by the Sea. Strangely they all have to do with sudden loss, and in some ways, also the idea of loving in different ways. They’re good, if also a little sad.

This time London welcomed me back with sunshine — bright shining sunlight at 5.45am, and a cool breezy weather after. Everything is lush and so very green — the leaves have grown back and everywhere is bursting with new life. 

At the same time, it is strangely quiet at goodenough — maybe because of the event last night that knocked everyone out. In the vicinity there is also a still silence, as if people are not quite awake yet. 

And then all of a sudden there are so many voices and clutter and clang in this cafe that I’d come to when I first found myself alone in London. There are hardly seats, and dirty plates and cups are piling up again.

It is all very strange. But there is comfort in the familiarity of the streets, the scent of my moisturiser, the thought of the bread I brought all the way from home, and a good coffee. 

Maybe I will sleep really early today, but I hope I sleep through the night.