09 September 2019
Starbucks. The people of White City Place are here today. Its cold and windy outside. The benches and colours and murals and greens all miss the lazing, lying, grazing and chatting from the warm summer. Its just on the pathways today. The people. The movement. The walk across To and from White City station was a necessity today.
The occasional smoker. Chatting corporates shudder in the ‘fresh air’. Starbucks is full. Offering warmth (albeit exhaustible) was a good idea. Our clothes are funny things. Inside – I’m hot. Outside, I shiver.
Funny how time stops when I stop myself from looking at my phone. Everyone is escaping. Escaping from the cold. A sprint for their outside journey, a smoke or a hot beverage. We are so biased against winter.
Brave joggers. Beating the cold. Display of strength? Or solidarity?
Hands crossed. Hands in pockets. Hands pulling coats tighter. Some hands cradling phones. Are they lost? No one stops here in the winter.
The pace is fast outside. It is calm inside. It is an escape. We want to be in here forever. This safe, escape zone.
I check my phone. I’m 2 minutes over. Ooohh! At the thought of leaving this cozy room.
Back to reality.
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