LONDON TEA

It was the morning between now and then. An endless curtain of clouds was hiding rebellious sun which still somehow filled everything with a golden foggy mist. It was beautiful. Enchanting. It was this time of the day when there is barely anyone around, and the scent of golden notes is only for you to enjoy. Love those mornings. And then there was her, enlightening the path with her appearance. She was different, interesting. I captured her in my mind multiple times trying to remember the look, manners and that mystery she was carrying with. Was she even there or was it my imagination? Does it even matter?