Rain

The rain seems to clear the air in London. It makes everything feel a little different, look a little different. I seem to see things a little differently on the days it rains.  There are more reflections, colours seem to pop a little more when covered in rain.

I walk past this street every day, yet I do not recall ever taking a photograph of it before. 

“My reflection in the mirror wasn't me. It looked like exactly like me on the outside, but it definitely wasn't me. No, that's not it. It was me, of course, but another me. Another me that never should have been.” Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman