A moment of clarity and beauty.
Location: Somewhere on Conduit Street, London
Time: 9.30 am
Sitting on my scooter in a traffic jam wearing a black, single breasted, skinny fitted suit en-route to the Azerbaijan Embassy. The sun is glowing triumphantly after hiding behind a veil for the last two weeks. To my right is a vest wearing blonde stud washing the windows at Ungaro and on my left is the crazy Macy Gray looky-likey who works at Voyage opening up the shop. The coffee shop beside Westwood is producing a gorgeous aroma of ground beans and warm pastries that mixes with the traffic fumes making a fine perfume and forcing me to open the lid on my helmet and take long deep breaths. There I was, stuck in traffic on a street where I couldn't afford to buy anything, watching people who could, and yet I became strangely ecstatic for a few minutes. Everything was OK in that moment, could be worse but could be better too, yet I remained unconcerned about ANYTHING. I was smiling in the centre of my own 'scene' and it felt lovely.
As I broke free of the traffic and sped forwards I remembered that there was a 5 pack of Curly Wurlys in my drawer at work and I wondered if the day could get any better.