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We’ve been basically snowed in, though it isn’t exactly snowed-in for me. Have been working which has been quite and expectedly light. Need a lot of sorting out, clearing cobwebs to do.

London was nice. I guess since it had been a while the heart has grown fonder. Must say, almost bordering on romantic, like a young spanish heart seeing the might and the zeal of London for the first time. Things like this for instance: We sat on the riverside restaurant and had a rather prolonged meal lasting for couple of hours, watching the river all along. It was a cold, peaky day, but the river was dry or more accurately appeared shallow at this end of the town. I had never seen the segment of the river snaking around down Fulham before, so I surmised it might be much of an usual riverscape here. The boats were anchored, and looked rather lazy and fed up of the winter.  The scene reminded me of Monet and his boats, esp the Etretat ones.

As we were about to commence the dessert, it was just like old days, the river had swollen up in a matter of hours and was playfully overflowing the concrete brim. I kept on gazing at it . It just filled me with a certain joy that I hadnt been able to recognise in my heart for a long time.

I would like to think of it as a sort of symbol. A special meaning. Slow silent momentum to be cumulated.

So long.