palace of winds

Kim mentioned wanting to fall in love during her upcoming trip to London, and it made me remember everything I gave my heart to in England. The faintly-green-trunked trees. The politeness of dogs. Delicate yellow flowers scattered up a gently-sloped hill. An old woman at an outdoor market walking through a Saturday morning rain in a little plastic cap. A boy tracing a tiny finger through the condensation on a coffee house window. A ticket-taker on the train whose coat was too big and had shifted aside to reveal the slope where his shoulder met his neck. Waking to find the cat curled in the middle of the bed, having crept in through the open window sometime during the night. Low grey skies over Liverpool.