"Its just another day", really. Stepping into shoes, dipping in the pocket of a raincoat - just another day. Thankfully I didn't need a raincoat today. Notting Hill Gate was beautiful, as always. This is where the slightly blurred picture is from - a sidewalk perch in front of a pub on Bayswater Road. Sublime. I like the fact it is a little out of focus, if only slightly. It is symbolic of the view I had from the other side of a pint glass. Before that though, this afternoon I was on my own in Richmond. I was admiring one of the most beautiful views in London from the pedestrian esplanade along the crest of the hill. I have not been there for a very long time. The strange thing about today though, is that I saw one of the people I admire most, one of the few people I respect and relate to most on his way home in person less than 100 yards from me. One person I would really and truly like to meet. I didn't have much time, he dashed into the house without a moments hesistation. Still though, I really wanted to say 'hello'. I should have. I don't truthfully know what I wanted other than to introduce myself and pass on my gratitude for years of enjoyment, years of realization, years of identification, years of therapy, for years and years and years. All I do know is that I wanted to let him know of me. But I didn't. And I wonder why. I wonder why I can be so outgoing and yet so coy. I wondered a lot on my way home alone. Again.
Just Another Day.
