Embankment. Almost home.
Everything looks perfect across the river. It was a combination of the sun, clear sky, crispy air and the utter tranquility along the normally traffic laden Chelsea Embankment.
This is one of the only times where I am just walking, alone, generally soaking up things, without a hundred other things to do and think about – I love it.
The reality is that it’s 6:30am Saturday morning and it’s taking me an unfeasibly long time to walk home, due to hunger, booze, fatigue, and the fact I keep stopping every 5 minutes to take pictures of ducks.
This is one of the only times where I am just walking, alone, generally soaking up things, without a hundred other things to do and think about – I love it.
The reality is that it’s 6:30am Saturday morning and it’s taking me an unfeasibly long time to walk home, due to hunger, booze, fatigue, and the fact I keep stopping every 5 minutes to take pictures of ducks.
2 Comments:
What does the duck symbolise?
i donno, i just thought its wake looked good
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