i have another friend to add, to my list of growing friends. this one lives in london. he lives in london and he tells me interesting things. i find him curious.
i wonder about his home. i can imagine he wakes up each morning, puts on a pair of mittens, and a beanie, of course, sits in front of a fire, drinks hot tea and eats scones, and sings: “london bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. london bridge is falling down, my fair lady.”
when i think of london, i sing that song. old london bridge. from a place, on the other side of the world. with bridges, and princes, snow, hugh grant and double decker buses.
one day i will go to london. i will see my friend. and i will sing that song. and i will go to where old london bridge stood. and i’ll forget.