In a London Fog . . .

August is suddenly upon us once again. Odd for the ex-career students among us. I constantly feel like I should be someplace, doing something, someplace else. 


The count down is EXACTLY ONE MONTH from TODAY! 

One month from this day I will be boarding a plane that's London bound. It's hard to keep my thoughts from straying to London these days. The fact that I have a tour book for London on me most times could have something to do with it. . . 


I can't help myself. Those streets, those rolling green hills dotted with curly wooled white sheep, the sanctity of a cup of tea. *Sigh* I'm becoming wistful, excuse me . . .  


One day, perhaps, I will be able to make it form sunrise to sunset without thinking about London. Its taken a hold of me somehow, London has wound itself about my brain and settled in take control of its pleasure centers. 


Somehow, this place has invaded me. But I can't quite bring myself to evict London from my mind. I want it, this imprint of a place, lingering in the background of my thoughts; continually encompassed by a London fog.