Re-live

I just can't stop going there. I love to be a child, jumping through the long grass and running every now and then downhill, aiming for I-don't-know-what. But I must say it was by far the best moment I had in a long time. Well, after Tintagel of course! Somehow Hampstead is gorgeous when the sky is grey. It was a thunderstorm but the breeze was bewitching (apologies for the try-hard poetic lines, but it's true!) with the drops of rain. As I ran through that grass I felt the breeze in tune with the rythm of my i-Pod as I took every step.

I spent more time at the pond today, mostly because there was absolutely no one save a couple trying hard to get lucky at fishing. I sat on my favourite spot, the bark of the tree lying on the bank. Thanks to the isolation, everything seemed bigger and bolder, the meadows opposite and even the church spire; and most obviously it all seemed so dramatic. I kept staring at the wrinkles on the water for a long time and the patterns that the ducks made on it everytime they swam. Speaking of ducks, I was so dissappointed when I spotted 2 ducks stuck in a net in a corner of the pond, they were trying so hard to get out! Even their folks came from their side of the pond trying to get them out but they couldnt! I didnt know what I could have done and I wondered how they even got there in the first place. I tried to bend a little of the metal net with my foot but I was scared to fall inside the pond that seemed so deep. There was no difference between me and those fellow ducks. I stood there helplessly for a bit and walked off, trying not to think about it.

So the leafless tree ruling the hilltop on the other side took my attention instead. I took a picture of it and compared it with the same I had taken a few weeks ago when it was a strong silhouette against the sun. This time it was wet and it's colours seemed more pure. I walked towards Parliament Hill and this time I took a different pathway that lead to a circle of trees, I stood beneath them and wondered if lightening struck me at this time with the trees above and around me, I wouldn't have minded it.

Ever wondered why you might get so sentimental when you see something so beautiful? Felt it, rather? Ironically the purple flowers looked bright and the wind blew the daisies over the grass. I kept looking behind, as usual, to the path behind me that I just walked, and the London skyline on the other side of me. If I could die here, what a fantastic life I would have lead! This is me. I'd live to be here all my dying days. I took a deep breath and walked towards the exit.