At 5am this morning I walked through central London beautiful in that early morning light and the fresh sweetness of new day air. Witnessing the streets devoid of other human life was a moment of magical life-affirming joy, especially as I walked past St Paul's Cathedral and across the Millenium Bridge towards the Tate Modern.
I allowed myself to imagine I had stumbled into a post-apocolyptic world. In some sense I felt as if the city was my possession, in existance only for me.
This city, usually so busy and impersonal, for a brief time took on an air of intimacy. As I crossed the Thames on the Millenium Bridge two men steering a barge up-river waved to me and I responded heartily in kind. When I reached the middle of the river I turned to face it and let out a long yell. The empty, noiseless city called back.
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