so here’s a little something i wrote yesterday, just, you know, to prove that yep, cliches have a foundation in truth. and yep jk and i are both obsessed with our hair.
The weather in London today is textbook squally.
Blustery winds which whip construction materials around building sites and crack flags with ominous violence against their bending poles.
Its also messing with my hair.
And as i sit in the relative calm of a riverfront cafe behind etched glass crading an oversweet paper cup of cinnamon scented chai tea the brightest blue sky cracks over Lambeth Palace and its like central London’s beneath the blanket spell of a storm obsessed witch.
The calm in the distance is at such odds with the city detritus being flung about in my near distance, people braced against the winds and gulls tossed about over the Thames and gusts so strong that they catch my trailing leg as I trot along the street and nearly spin me off balance and i realise that theres nothing like bright skies in the distance while you’re slap bang in the middle of a maelstrom to highlight the terrible contrasts of light and shade.
another weather themed track.