[This is a reposting of an email that I had sent to some close friends on March 20th 2003 @ 05:53.]
| time. 2am. place. the wobbly (millennium) bridge. | | after entertaining myself running around the trees, i pull | myself up onto the wobbly bridge and gently skip along. my | heart beats slightly faster as i see the river flow underneath | me. the thrill of being so high. the thrill of falling. | | clumsily pull myself over the side, straddle a beam and sit, | watching the river flow. i lean back, feel the aura of the | full moon. the wind blows. so soft. but with a sharpness that | makes me alert. aware. lyrics come to mind "london calling to | the underworld... i live by the river!" | | i get up to climb back over. i almost slip. heart beats. back | on the wobbly. start to skip along again. in front of me, a | giant circle. a perfect circle. a circle of objects. i look | around -- no-one to be seen. a present from an anonymous | stranger. | | i delight in the find and start exploring. a mobile phone. a | paintbrush. a block of wood. a pressure valve. a blue tin | (labelled russian caviar). i look inside. some round stones. | another block of wood. too many objects to be mentioned here. | the wind takes on a cold edge, but the present makes me very | warm. | | and in the middle of this perfect circle, at the exact middle | of the bridge (both lengthways and sideways), a grey and | white toy bunny with a fat blue alkaline battery. i ponder | upon the present for a long time. is there a clever message? | | for some reason, the words "beautiful girl lovely dress" | sample across my mind's ear. a cyclist zooms by. i call back | at him. he stops. he turns. he approaches cautiously. i ask | him what he thinks. maybe a clock he says. doesn't have | anything interesting to say. i let him go. | | i explore the present further. time goes by. i feel inspired. | thoughts provoked. another walks by. i wave. we speak. i can | sense the samani in this creature. we will be good friends. | | i bid the present goodbye, and decide to spend the remaining | hours of the morning exploring the mind of this new found | friend. and fun hours they were.