Moving on... - 09/07/08

...Today was my last day of work at my current job in the centre of London (c'mon it's London; I have to spell it "centre"). When I came out of the Tube station, it was rainy and overcast. People's heads were down as they ducked along from doorway to doorway trying to keep out of the rain,

I was subdued because I will miss the people I've been working with for the last year and a half or so. I was full of thoughts of what I needed to get done today, thoughts of the trip back to the states I am about to embark on for a buddy's wedding, and just generally being stuck in my head.

As I was making my way from the Oxford Circus Tube station, across Regent Street to head down to work, I heard something completely out of place. Echoing off the grey stone of the monumental old buildings on that noble old shopping street was the sounds of horses' hooves. What sounded like hundreds of them...

I looked north along Regent Street and there, clattering down the road were around 50 gigantic, beautiful, unsaddled horses. There were trotting down the road, their metal shod feet clacking on asphalt, being driven by six or seven men on horseback. Their great backs were glistening in the rain as their muscles pumped and throbbed with each stride.

It was sublime. And somehow the silent awe of that moment was reflected in the awe I felt in leaving my place of work and being applauded by a hundred people whom I call colleagues and friends and whose daily presence in my life I will miss.

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