Going with the flow

Millenium Bridge. It's a chilly spring night over the Thames. As I face the river with it's swift waters I begin to wonder if my heart was taken away by the flow.

Since I was young I could notice clearly my life moving forward in every single side of it except one. It's been a long way from the noisy warm streets of Rio to this quiet and chilly evening at London. I always did what I had to do to reach my goals and here I am, with a good job, living in the city I fell in love at first sight years ago, with my friends at both sides of the pond and a few scattered at some other distant places but...

Why am I facing down this modern bridge looking at the clear dark waters of this water-way? Why did I chose this particular bridge? There are so many others in here...

A loud noise broke my thoughts. The Big Ben announced: it's midnight, about 26 minutes to the last tube departure of the day from Saint Paul's station nearby. I didn't care much, because I wasn't in a hurry, I could take the long walk home of taking one of the night buses that serve the city...I wasn't in a mood for a cab ride.

I dediced to return to my thoughts...why this bridge? Perhaps that it shared one strange coincidence with me: no matter how we are we're always incomplete. I always felt this way towards this particular bridge: very modern but lacking one thing which is personality. I don't lack personality, I lack something else, something that can make this quiet and chilly London evening a warm and colourful one.

Oh yes...there are no words to describe properly, they're not enough. I feel the feelings taking control of me.

It's a bit past midnight, guess I'll drop by the pub for a pint, alone this time...I need to think. Better hurry..otherwise it will be too late for that.

As I walk towards the end of the bridge my thoughts tookover. I was walking in the air..at least that's what I felt. Time was meaningless now but I kept walking without paying attention to nothing. "It's fine" I thought "The bridge is empty anyway.". But I was wrong. A few seconds after the idea came across my mind I bumped into a woman. I apologized and helped her with her things, which she dropped because of me.

I introduced myself and we started talking and walking towards the other side of the bridge, the one that I wasn't supposed to be going, as we talked I felt charmed by her eyes and her voice. I invited her for a coffee, she agreed with the condition that she picked the place. I agreed since it didn't really matter where we would be.

As we walked a cold breeze started blowing, it was London's famous unstable weather. I offered her my jacket and she took it. The wind blew away the clouds showing a gorgeous crescent I started looking above and she noticed:

"Why are you looking up like that?"
"Sorry but I'm fascinated my the moon. I never get tired of looking."

After hearing that she looked a bit surprised but kept the date, apparently she changed her mind regarding the place and she took me to this small cafe with some tables at some sort of terrace at the second floor where the crescent was shining over us warming our hearts and giving hope to those who were looking or just making the night view of London even more beautiful.