i’ve traveled before. i’ve been some amazing places. i always miss the places i’ve discovered, thankful to have photos to look back to, images in my head to think about as i fall asleep. the longing to be away in a new place lingers. it takes a while to get back in the groove.
yes. the days after traveling are the most difficult.
but more than ever, i want to go back.
this time it is different. london called to me. london felt right. i didn’t feel worried or nervous or out of touch. i felt good. light. happy.
around every corner, something new. something lovely. a new hidden nook. a smiling face. a hug. warmth while it rained. people moving fast yet i never felt rushed. the food was delicious. the air was fresh.
but of course part of it was the people. or one person.
i fell in love all over again in london. with my eye pressed against my camera, looking across the river thames in search of big ben in my viewfinder, i turn to find a warm, sticky treat and a huge, familiar grin.
oh, my. really?
they call it traditional candy floss. and it’s on a stick. a stick. for real. it’s hard to find anything that sticky sweet anywhere in the world. and in that moment, he was there. with candy floss. on a stick. with a smile.
and my heart melted.
i love london. it’s cotton candy, man.
and he was, in that moment, my cotton candy man.