You can’t beat it. Oxford Street when the shops are closed and it’s not quite dark but the buses have their lights on and the sky is deep blue and there’s hardly anyone on the the road as you cross it. It reminds me of coming home around that time from Birkbeck classes, sometimes cycling, sometimes catching the bus, and always wanting the time to last. It’s the best time of day, late evening in summer. That’s when I’m not tired any more. Usually if I’m home it’s when I’m writing and I’ve gone past the gruelling warm-up stage and I’m really inside it and I’d keep going past midnight if only it weren’t for work the next day. I am not a morning person. I’m a cat person. I wish I could walk home on the rooftops. I really love this city. It would be nice to feel this peaceful more of the time.
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