the magic's all around you

I am a fast walker. I weave in and out of people, holding my breath through the cigarette smoke (I dream of a smoke-free world, how I dream...) silently cursing backs of the slow walkers, the lingerers and the lost. And when I get to my location, I wonder why my skin is tingly with warmth, my internal air-con system, activated.
And today, I wondered, for the very first time, if its ME that's walking too quickly, rather than THEM, too slow. Even days when I'm not on any schedule, I create one anyway, a time to be here, a time to be back, but for what purpose?
Maybe, its me that needs to S-L-O-W down.

Today, despite the endless rain, and the inky substance that fell down on me on the tube at 8am, staining my top, was moments of magic strung together like pearls through an ordinary day.
I did a shoot for Harpers Bazaar in the morning, and had the privilege of watching the dancers from the Rambert Dance company, moving like parts of the same body, as one. Sinewy and utterly graceful; mesmerizing.
Free makeup is one of the perks of this career, and if you know me, you know i love a freebie, but THIS, this was exceptional. I received the BEST foundation and concealer palette. EVER. I don't think i've ever been so excited about a new edition to my kit.
Thrilling!
A few precious moments were stolen with marineboy on his transit through London to the Middle East. Blissfully bitter sweet and worth every minute...
And here now, watching Gavin and Stacey and eating Godiva dark chocolate hearts, from a heart-shaped box, i finally, after weeks of buying it, only to flick through once and discard, see my name in Grazia magazine...page 64.

Dreamy...