I’ve spent the last week in the city.
Whee. 
A week working, riding trains and trams, and walking. Watching people. And being reminded again of the swiftness of time, of motion, of freedom and how easy it is to be anonymous in the sardine-crush of public transport. How an ipod can make the contact of strangers irrelevant in an enclosed space. How connected and disconnected we are in this process.
How delicious it is to have ones own thoughts at a time when the thinking weighs heavily. How decadent the distraction of people-watching is, and how much I have missed it.
And how good it is to come home.
must be strange travelling solo after years of having children attached to you. seems like another world to me.