Monday, October 6, 2014

Early dinner

     I stroll along the street and pull out a small bag of yogurt fruit snacks from my purse. My stomach is quite full from a large breakfast and lunch. It feels right to walk and walk in the park in the early evening and forego a late dinner and glass of wine. It is a little bit of alone time, too, after being with the tour group all day; the flowers and well-manicured shrubs on the paths are lovely silent companions. The next day I find out that our tour guide comes to this very park when in London to sit on a park bench and watch the sun go down in the west.