London Moments: Elbows Out
A faint slither of moon hangs behind the iconic skeleton of old gas cylinders. The setting sun sinks behind me lighting up the canal with its final dance across the glistening water. Cyclists whizz by unapologetically and runners pant past. But they stay just out of focus. My padded ears are filled with Sting’s purr, … More London Moments: Elbows Out