Hand unsteady from this height – or maybe, influenced by a bottle of London Gin (shared, not entirely self-consumed) – I struggled to frame our view. The riverside railing made a trustworthy anchor, as long as my other hand held on.
Anyway, we were too inebriated on the exclusivity of our position over the Thames, on young adulthood in Europe, on that dry alcohol, to worry about the idiocy of our balancing act. Lights and laughter blurred into what would be, surely, a quintessential entry for my travel journal . . . Study abroad, England, 2006
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The lights seem swans…
I think I can see the curving necks – cool perspective!