It’s been two weeks since I’ve moved to London. The gallery was almost complete, I just needed to finish one more room; Night Life. Tonight was Friday, so I figured it’d be the best day to capture the essence of London at night. I walked around to several bars, lingering around the outside taking pictures of things and people I found most interesting.
I looked at the clock seeing it was already 3 AM. Shit, I should probably get home. I walked for about 10 minutes before coming across an empty street. I looked around, making sure I was safe enough to at least sprint through this if I need to. While walking, I could barely hear what sounded like footsteps behind me. I turned around to find an empty street behind me. Turning back to continue my walk home a tall figure under the street lamp caught my eye. Though the figure was standing in the light, I couldn’t make out any of his features besides tall and what seemed strong.
For some reason I felt comfort in his presence. Rather than taking off down the street, I pulled my camera up to my eye, aiming at the perfect scene before me, stealing what is one of the most beautiful pictures I had ever seen. The full moon on display in the dark night sky, the eerie street below the feet of a perfectly postured man. After getting the picture I stepped away and walked home without hearing the footsteps again. In the shelter of my home, I dropped off my photography things in my studio room of the large apartment I had gotten myself here.
After getting ready for bed, I got under the duvet and shut my eyes. Before being engulfed in sleep the last thought I had was of that mysterious figure. Who was he, and why did I feel so comfortable around him? I was hoping I’d find out one day, but for now it’s time to sleep. And with that my eye lids grew heavy and I was seeing stars.
