Kitchen and Pantry

The aroma of wet pavement rises like dough, the sun parts the clouds like the sea, buildings drip the excess fluid, lovely is this day in London, a red haired young woman just exchanged smiles with me, my cigarettes is running low, I see many people, tall and short, thin and not, smiling and concerned, old and young, dirty and clean, locals and foreigns, bicycles and automobiles, stationary and in motion, shades and spectacles, beautiful in all their own unique way, I'm sitting at a cafe and this is just yet another typical day in London.