The Lord is my Light

It seemed like there wasn't time for anything, yet he could do anything with his time.

Letters should be written, books read, emails mailed, forms sent, orders ordered, explanations made, answers given...yet time idled by...drifting like an early morning mist, it's movement imperceptible.

He sat on the train and looked at the English countryside, how soothing it seemed to him. The green trees and hedges, the yellow fields and the blue autumn sky with dashes of white cloud.

This is good therapy.

He felt it invigorate him and he looked forward to reaching his destination. It was nice to travel in the morning with the day ahead of him, ahead of everyone on the train.

When he changed trains for the final short leg of his journey he felt others around brimming with a similar expectation to him.

A lot of tourists here, guess it is a popular place.

Waiting outside the station, there was warm sun, there was a busyness of the main entrance, there was bright yellow stone.

The buses and taxis, the rafts and rows of bicycles chained up and reflecting in the light, the hot dog seller talking to a friend, the leaves of the near by trees - rustling - he tried to sense it all as he waited.

He was glad to wait.


He readied himself for his reunion checking his pocket, tightening his belt, making sure he had the bits and pieces of paper he told himself he needed.

It's been a long time coming, but no doubt we'll both enjoy it, once we relax.

Neither would forget it.

It's good to get away. If there is anywhere that will stimulate the mind it's here.
Plenty to see and think of, and someone to enjoy it with too.

They walked and walked.

He took in all the conversations around him in the street. People are funny, they talk so loudly. He enjoyed hearing the English. Maybe Ted 1 and 2 are worth watching. They're not for kids? Oh!

On the bus two women gabbled as he sat looking out of the window. They were friends, but one talked about deleting another from the internet.

Funny idea of friendship, now we just delete them when we feel like it.

Like the imperceptible mist, 3 days slipped by.
Sites, shops, sun, cafes,
Palaces, parks, supermarkets.
A whirl and a blur.
Smiling.
Hand holding.
Holding.

He found himself back again where he started, dealing again with the same issues. Where did the time go? A peculiar expression when you think about it. Not like it can be brought back from where it went.

Now he had to get back to his books.

Dominus illuminatio mea