The cold light of morning
May. 14th, 2006 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fluffymarkYAY for web proxy servers!! *hugs proxy server* Our otherwise lovely ISP Zen cannot see livejournal today. Either one of them is blacklisting the other, or there's a routing error or something like that. When I realised what was happening, I tried cunning and ingenious ways to get my LJ fix. My first and rather insane plan was X-forwarding a mozilla browser running on the fluffhouse server. Which admittedly worked, but it was terminally slow! Ooops. So now I'm using a proxy server and YAY for I can read LJ again and the world won't end. *happysmile*
Sunrise is a special time. Streets are deserted of people and cars, and even central london is lovely and quiet. It's my favourite time of day to wander around cities, not just for the lack of people, but the lovely colours that everything goes in the cold light of morning, as a spectacular sunrise blows away all the hazy nighttime events and intoxications. The air is fresh and clear and everything is joyous, and it feels slightly illicit seeing morning after having stayed out all night somehow - like cheating the night gods or something like that. This morning, returning from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_alchemist and verlaine's place, travelling along the river past Waterloo and Westminster, heading eastwards with the sun rising over the towers of the city up ahead was something quite special indeed. That bit of London is incredibly pretty indeed when seen in the right light, and I'd all the time in the world to just sit and watch and breath in all the goodness. The rapidly brightening daylight made me so giddy I was dancing and singing with joy down the street. Ok, so maybe I'm a bit strange, but I now totally get the whole ancient sun-worshipping thing and am in awe of nature. Why not dance happily to celebrate the start of a new day - it's a thing of beauty! The pagan within me is very happy with today. *nods*
Thank youthe_alchemist, verlaine for the lovely party, and happy birthday casby! Many pretty friends there, plus made a few new friends, sang the night away in the most FUN way possible (yay for Singstar!) and I genuinely didn't notice that somehow it got to be 5am and I've still no idea how. So much for getting the last tube home! Oh well, nevermind, I was having lots of fun. They have a lovely place and I need to visit lots and play Bridge and things, if they will let me (but I'm really not that scary at Bridge, am I? *makes cute face*)
I'm all covered in glitter and smell divine. I'm leaving glitter trails wherever I go. Oooops. Lush are lovely.
Sunrise is a special time. Streets are deserted of people and cars, and even central london is lovely and quiet. It's my favourite time of day to wander around cities, not just for the lack of people, but the lovely colours that everything goes in the cold light of morning, as a spectacular sunrise blows away all the hazy nighttime events and intoxications. The air is fresh and clear and everything is joyous, and it feels slightly illicit seeing morning after having stayed out all night somehow - like cheating the night gods or something like that. This morning, returning from
the_alchemist and verlaine's place, travelling along the river past Waterloo and Westminster, heading eastwards with the sun rising over the towers of the city up ahead was something quite special indeed. That bit of London is incredibly pretty indeed when seen in the right light, and I'd all the time in the world to just sit and watch and breath in all the goodness. The rapidly brightening daylight made me so giddy I was dancing and singing with joy down the street. Ok, so maybe I'm a bit strange, but I now totally get the whole ancient sun-worshipping thing and am in awe of nature. Why not dance happily to celebrate the start of a new day - it's a thing of beauty! The pagan within me is very happy with today. *nods*Thank you
the_alchemist, verlaine for the lovely party, and happy birthday casby! Many pretty friends there, plus made a few new friends, sang the night away in the most FUN way possible (yay for Singstar!) and I genuinely didn't notice that somehow it got to be 5am and I've still no idea how. So much for getting the last tube home! Oh well, nevermind, I was having lots of fun. They have a lovely place and I need to visit lots and play Bridge and things, if they will let me (but I'm really not that scary at Bridge, am I? *makes cute face*)I'm all covered in glitter and smell divine. I'm leaving glitter trails wherever I go. Oooops. Lush are lovely.
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Date: 2006-05-15 04:00 pm (UTC)I never knew you had such a bus fetish! :P
Sure I'll let you know when my "vague plans" become "real proper plans" and we'll see what happens. Oslo may be also on my places-to-visit, as it's one of very few European capitals I've not yet visited.
Where would you be if not your beautiful and pretty Norway? Escaping back to China again?