Caught in a rapture over the sunlight streaming down to grace London's fabric these past few days. It's the kind of weather that makes me feel immensely invigorated, a brand of sun and breeze that entices my soul to sing - to adopt a cliche. Notes of winter is still hanging in the mild wind and bare barks, and come sunset the air takes on a curious romance. I suppose I'll carry the mental snaps of my first April in London as a mark of celestial perfection - an atmosphere locked to this point in my life.
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