London, I'm Flying.

The days are coming to an end, here on Edgware Road in Central London. Now would be the appropriate time to explain to myself, and everyone else, what I’ve learned about life, love, society, passion, influence, and money in a world where the latter often carries the most weight.

Instead, however, I am contemplating every keystroke as I look out the dirty window of my flat at another sunset over a city that, from this angle, looks quite like a crowded American skyline.

Eight floors up, and I can still feel the street begging for my feet to hit the pavement.

That’s the difference.

London is eager for a hand to hold. She is not sufficient without the people that comprise her. A lot of folks would claim this for every city-but I would disagree. I met Edinburgh-I met a city responsible for her own support in every way, shape, and form. Edinburgh molded me-left a mark on my life-I did little more than contribute to the number of padded soles that have treaded down her streets year after year.

London needed someone, perhaps not me, but an open soul, to bring her out of her shell. She’s quite shy, to be honest. Some of her streets are humble, others bustling and crowded with market and children free of the hands of their parents. Others are serenely quiet, even in the chaos of the surroundings.

There was a strange silence at the doors of Westminster Abbey when I last set foot on the property.

And as soon as I crossed the street to Big Ben, the noise returned, as though someone had removed fictional ear plugs from my ears, with just enough time for me to make subtle eye-contact with the calm London that does not often stop by this dingy flat miles away.

Call it Divine Intervention.

Call it Insanity.

Perhaps a glimpse was all I needed.

So, have I fallen in love with London?

With the hushed alley ways, the silent museums of history, the cobblestone streets, the gorgeous breeze that dances across my face every day, the love, the age, the living, the dead…

Yes.

Yes, I have.

As this city is one of death and rebirth, so am I a cyclical creature.

I finally found a connection that could remind me there is a certain peace in such a pace.