serene

I found this peaceful man early one Sunday morning, as i was getting lost in the side streets of Battersea, London and had to take a photo. He's beautiful, isn't he?

I am almost finished reading Tuesdays with Morrie. I must have one more chapter to go, but it is the chapter in which the inevitable happens. He dies.
So i'm putting it off, just a little longer.
The only thing that is guaranteed in life, is death, but i still feel immortal. i still can't concept that kindof loss.
I remember being a child, in a room at my neighbours house, playing with my best friend, Kerry. She was 8 years old, and suddenly she said,
"i'm going to die, you know"
I couldn't look up at her, nor could i make what she was saying untrue.
Soon after that, she lost her battle with that illness, and she did die.
I am thinking of her today, and i am thinking of how important it is to be kind, to be loving, even when we don't feel like it. To be generous with our time, and to really listen to others. To connect.