London

I’ve traveled across a continent and an ocean and returned to the isle I want my soul to have been born in. Right now I feel at peace. The warm Britannic sun of summer caresses my back. I want the origin of this peace to be from inhaling air purified by the trees of the Celts, air that polishes the stones of Avebury and Stonehenge and the stone circle of Sleeping Beauty on the isle of Lewis. But the truth? I’m well rested, well hydrated happy because of modern curiosities – I went to King’s Cross Station today, for tourist adventures. King’s Cross is where the portal to Harry Potter’s platform 9 ¾ is. I wanted a picture of the wall. However, I got much more. They were actually shooting the next Harry Potter film, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I just about fainted. The Hogwartz Express was in the station, the signs for platform 9 ¾ were up on the walls and the platform was covered in big wooden trunks. It was like a dream. Then I saw all the actors, Ron, Hermione, the Twins, Ginny and lastly Harry. I just about screamed. I also saw a bunch of stand ins and I think the real Mrs. Weasley. I think I saw a few other actors who are new to #5 as they are members of the Order of the Phoenix. There was a girl with purple hair, so I think that was Tonks and then another older man, but I’m not sure who he was, part of me hopes he was Gary Oldman, but I don’t think Sirius is in that scene as a human. I think I also saw Chris Columbus, who directed the first 2 and is producing the rest of them. I really wanted to see JK Rowling, but she needs to be at home finishing the 7th book.
I’ve never thought of the sun in Britain being warm or the skies clear. I see long roving meadows of long deep green grass, dotted with sheep. The skies a shimmering gray streked with rain in the distance, but its so close you can taste the rain in your mouth and watch the dew form on each blade of grass under your feet and you know you’re on land, in the middle of a field, but you feel like you are surrounded by water closer then the sea shores, that the water presses against your skin, but you can breathe deeper and freer than ever before. The colors swim all around you, the trees and the grass and the sky seep together until the sky turns green and you know in your shoulders and palms and your toes that Ireland is only on the other side of the water, but the place you really want to get isn’t a place you can travel by boat or even through the wall of the train station. But that place is through that green field with sheep turned into sea and sky and if you could just fall into all of it before the rain hits your face and reminds you of the tangible world you live in, you could fall into the place you want to be, the place beyond fear and cold and lonliness surrounded by people that place of endless summer afternoons and the sound of water on shores, rolling softly across rocks that don’t bit and clouds that only soften the blue of the sky. The world where sleeping and waking are almost the same and if you want the answer its only on the other hill, but you don’t need to know why, why is implicit in the color green and gray and that’s enough to stop you from asking.