June 6, 2014 London. From Buckingham Palace, we start walking back through Saint James Park. The sun is shining through the white puffs of clouds, a rarity for England. Long legged birds fly over th...Read More
June 6, 2014 Kentish Town. Glimmers of morning light peek through the crevasses of the heavy drapes and force themselves under my eyelids. I stir, unsure of where I am or how I got there. As soon as m...Read More
June 5, 2014 Kentish Town. Steve and I head out of our B&B like the walking dead. In the past non-stop thirty hours (traveling between three countries), we have slept all of two. But London awa...Read More
June 5, 2014 Heathrow. “So, you know that song “Hit Me With Your Best Shot?” Steve asks as we exit the terminal into the airport. We haven’t talked for about eight hours becaus...Read More
The orb has met its bounds, but what’s left is beautiful- streaks of orange fading to a golden hue mixed with periwinkle… I look out of my shrunken square window past the wing tips up to w...Read More
June 4, 2014 I’m currently on the flight from Toronto to London. The rumble of the plane is louder than I remember; hopefully it quiets down before I decide to get some shut-eye. The sun is nowh...Read More