A River of Stones, Day Twenty-Seven: Joy

How lovely to cycle to work under blue skies this morning. To see purple and yellow crocus and white snowdrops in the park; sunlight hitting the top of the Victoria Tower and turning it golden; the gleaming steel and glass of the Eye; and the pale green familiar dome of the Imperial War Museum. Structures which have become like old friends; constant constellations in an urban firmament, renewed by spring.


15 thoughts on “A River of Stones, Day Twenty-Seven: Joy

  1. It was rather spring-like here today too for a change….temps in the 60s – breezy – but with snow possibilities looming on the horizon, I’ll just take it ONE DAY AT A TIME. Sounds like you enjoyed your bike ride today!

    Pam and Sam

  2. I love your writing. This small piece is jewel-like. I lived in London for a long time – so nice to visit it through your eyes and bicycle wheels. Look forward to seeing more.

  3. How perfectly lovely – it seems you were reading my blog while I was busily adding IsobelandCat under a new category ‘I like these…’ at the bottom of my blogpage!! Now that, I believe, is what they call serendipity or something. Love your blog, and thank you for your comment – I hope you will enjoy mine!

    • I now see you have added mine to yours! How very kind and hope it will deserve to be there! You mentioned coming to Ireland, which is intriguing! Work? Family? Pleasure? All three?? I wonder where you are going. Be sure to pack your wetsuit – you will need it.

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