Seeing is enough for me

I love London right now.

OK, so today it’s drizzly and as I walked along the streets, brown leaves were falling from the trees – BROWN LEAVES?!

Is it autumn already?

But anyway, as I was saying, I just kinda like it.

Take yesterday – it was nice yesterday, there were no brown leaves falling from the trees. The sun was shining, the birds were most probably singing and Snowboarding Boy and I went to play in a park near his house and catch the last of the evening sun.

As well as the sun, and the manic cloud patterns, the moon was also up – milky white against the blue, blue sky – it looked utterly amazing.

And, do you know what? It’s at times like this, when everything is so visual, that I truly forget I can’t hear. There’s so much to take in, that it’s almost a relief I don’t have all the sound effects, too.

I saw the dogs over the other side of the park, I saw the teenagers mucking about on their bikes, and I saw the planes circling overhead waiting to land at Heathrow. I saw Snowboarding Boy crack up when I spun around in circles so much I fell over in a heap on the grass.

I saw it all and that was enough for me.