It was a long day in London, my time tick tocked at a snails speed, the day dragged its feet like a drunk man, happiness spun tornado of excitement in me, well its a Friday, I couldn’t wait for the  evening to set in, A much anticipated day of the week. I glanced through the window every minute, every second, hoping darkness pulls the plug on its cousin, Sun, but brightness had a fun time over tanning itself.

I couldn’t help but move my head, while  the commuters walked by, fluctuating signal from various languages, broadcasting a clumsy crowd sound, cars bowing down to throne of  the red light, cyclist sped by regardless, but all I could just care most about, while i glanced through this window was for the day to come to an end.


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