Bright lights, big city. Everyone is on their phone. Piccadilly Circus.
Back street to home. Orange light through glass door. Misty evening.
Office light. Bubble wrap.
A good night with my Kiwi and new Maltese friends.
Night time and I look up whilst waiting for the bus home. And there she is reflected in the modern glass that won’t outlive her. I will never cease to be amazed by Wren’s masterpiece.