parking off with parsons

It’s a good day when the sun remembers to rise over London. I sat in the park at lunchtime, reading my book as the sunlight danced off it’s pages and feeling blessed, once again, to live in the greatest city in the world.
I’m almost done reading a book by Tony Parsons, The Family Way. It’s a fairly straightforward story about your average messed up family; 3 sisters who had a crap childhood, went on to have dysfunctional families of their own and I’m sure will all find happiness by the end of the book. But clichés aside, Tony Parsons is a fantastic writer who teases his reader with cracking statements spattered throughout the book.

‘London was beautiful. He saw that now.
To see the moon on the great parks, or the sun rising over the docks, or the early morning mist over the river, and to witness all these things when there was no one else around to see them, to have it all spread out before you while you were driving alone through the empty city, was to feel completely alive’

Today, this passage seemed fitting as I basked in the splendour of a bright, but crisp London day. The trees are still bare and the Thames looks less inviting than usual, but I know that there is a beautiful city hiding on the other side of a long winter. In a few weeks the chill will lift and my frosty demeanour will melt away along with the memory of long nights and too short days.