Just So

It was a bright sunny Sunday morning after a long week of submitting manuscripts and preparing myself for the long wait as the fate of my writing remains in the hands of others once more, that I decided, I have to get out of here. “Here” is the flat, I longed to hear the birds and be shrouded in trees and mud. Although I wasn’t feeling too well, my desire for fresh air and to not see my desk for a couple of hours outweighed everything else.


I suggested Dulwich Park where I’d be able to walk along the edges covered by trees, along the jogger path where all the wild berries grew. Mr Cranmer suggested Hyde Park where I had only been once and that was in the summer to see Patti Smith. “Very well” I replied and so we went.

I nearly cried at the sound of traffic as we walked from Victoria to the park, I longed for peace, but we made it. We walked along the Serpentine, as the bright wintery sun glistened upon it. I took many pictures of the water and the light, it was simple, yet it was so much. As we sat sipping tea by the water, watching grandparents with their grandchildren and couples with their dogs and muddy wellies , I felt relief and thankful that we had spent our Sunday morning and afternoon just so. Just so.