5:45 this morning I got up to take pictures of the city before the sun set its eyes on it. But, as I waited and felt the shower water slowly leaving my hair, the rain created a persistent pattern across the sky. But what a morning and what a rain – so gray, serene, and permanent it almost makes you want to be in the rain just to experience the permanence of gravity.
Over these years in London I’ve come to draw a certain balance of emotion between the sleep I need to give up on in order to watch the city as it sleeps. This also why getting on those painfully early flights can be so strangely satisfying. The people you see have defined lines, usually either passing, sullen, or simply asleep. And oh, the cigarette smokers and coffee choked addicts you get. It’s a strange moment to look and be, as though you shouldn’t be there, as though it’s a false start, an intrusion on this public moment of privacy.