...which I won't write about till later when I can post some photographs.
But getting there was just so beautiful.
I'd spent the day looking at people's wan winter daylight faces in the watery, hostile late-December sun, knowing their dead-beat look was reflecting my own.
Later as I drove down Holloway Road the lovely winter night-time came into its own.
There was a spectacular vista of trees spreading into the distance down each side of the street, every one lit up with a mass of pale blue pin-lights that picked out the shape of their branches and twigs and sparkled as the breeze riffled through their leafless skeletons.
Then there was the cinema sign, semi-broken with missing 'O's: _DE_N, it hinted.
All down the road, the red'n'green traffic lights joined the symphony of colour: stop, go, stop, go, stop go, changing and moving the light landscape.
The piercing white headlight eyes of approaching cars joined in, drawing traces of places been and illuminating places to go, and finally the garish flashing yellow of the gritter lorry hidden round a corner made more music and filled my heart with happiness.
What an experience- just there by accident, not by design.
Wow.
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