anotherlongshot (anotherlongshot) wrote,

On Westminster Bridge


On Westminster Bridge this afternoon, the wind was a brittle chill as the sun cast its rays on the Houses of Parliament from behind grey clouds. I walked amongst the tourists; they walked past without noticing the inscription of William Wordsworth's poem composed on the same bridge that immortalised the beauty of the City in the early dawn. Out of nowhere, a rainbow stretched and yawned over the South Bank, the London Eye, the River Thames, the Victoria Embankment, its faint splendour barely visible against the heavy dark clouds thickening in the sky. It hung in the air, teasing its audience with its vague, ephemeral beauty as a light rain began to fall. There was enough time to take it in and note the contours of its translucency before it started to fade away. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, leaving no trace of it ever having existed; save, that is, for a lasting impression of a miraculous reminder of the futile impermanence of it all, speaking the terrible truth of the impossibility of forever.
Tags: london, personal, pictures, prose

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