London Moments™

There’s a specific moment that I call a London Moment™ or London Moments™. I’ve tried to write about this before but I don’t feel it was very successful that first time around. I’m going to try again.

It’s made up of two primary things — nostalgia and a specific instance. It gets its namesake from London itself, from the last time I was there in 1998. At the time, I was staying at a relative’s flat — a recent failed relationship had put me in an odd place but I welcomed the reprieve on the other side of the city.

The particular moment deals with being in the shower, preferably hot, with the sun streaming in through the windows casting a particular glow — orange almost, a gold of sorts that doesn’t occur very often — only on some mornings and some evenings. There is a combination of déjà vu and all that has come before this moment. A welcome sadness with a nice tinge of hope thrown in. A mild sort of cartharsis.

I still don’t think I’ve explained it well this time round either but perhaps that’s what makes it magic — that’s what makes it a London Moment™.