A Christmas Tale Before The Farewell

Are we everlasting? Sometimes I think not all is finished ever. And that we carry on even when gone, as our memories were never made in vain, I hope.

I fortunately associate the song that was playing in the background, the delicate or strong scent, the vivid colours, with the special moment I was blessed with. Thus, whenever I encounter these now attributes of the event I get the chance to re-enter the past and re-live those memories as if in a trance, and in a somewhat of a melancholic state of mind. It is sometimes hard to let go of them and so, the fact that it is only a re-played record I get to experience, I am stuck in between times. I long to find the tranquility that characterized some memories, the happiness found in some others, and the 

A Cloud of Fog Surrounds London

London has been the dream tourist destination for a long time, and for many people.

Yet the image and the details regarding this city stop at a single word: tourist. The city through the eyes of a tourist, of a wanderer, curious to discover the culture and the
eye-catching twinkling lights on a famous street, is always filtered and altered by the excitement and the idea briefly encountered in movies. 

Have you seen the grand Buckingham Palace or Westminster and St. Paul's Cathedral? These are stickers usually associated with the dreamy life in London, where a chance of rain is the usual and where Sherlock Holmes decoded mysteries.

As it is and as it was, the events roll out relatively smoothly: the visit of a few days which becomes the base of wonder-filled stories and pictures capturing the idea in front of the layer of fog.

A layer of fog which clouds the true life of the weary resident you see rushing down the street, who doesn't get the chance to get quickly to the airport for the type of vacation the tourist benefits from. 

The soft anxiety enveloping the idea of the plane ride, during which you may flip through a couple of guides or you may just wait and see what this adventure has to offer, goes away as fast as sound.