I walked by myself, but sometimes I saw people.
There were women in dresses and heels and big hair who carefully entered and exited taxis. There were men with button-down shirts and wrinkled khaki pants who talked too loudly and walked too slowly. There were couples with hands in hands who didn't pay attention to all those other people. There were street cleaners that remind me of zambonis.
I walked by myself to Albert Dock, past closed museums and dark store windows. I sat facing the Mersey and wrote a postcard to a friend. Only one week left, but better late than never.
I walked to places I've seen a dozen times before, but things look different when you're by yourself at night.
Sometimes things look so different that you wander up a street you've never wandered on before, but it's okay because you're able to see something nice when you get there.
I walked by myself back the same way I had come because I was cold and sleepy and sunburnt from the festival (which is my own fault, Mom, for not wearing any sunscreen).
I made myself some tea and thought about how I want to go home, but how I also want to keep taking walks by myself to the docks at night.
I know that all of these comments are coming a BIT late, but your pictures and musings are lovely to read and think about. I like that you walked by yourself to observe the city in a different light -- you're right that you can see something different even if you've seen it a thousand times before.
ReplyDeleteWere you getting a little homesick by the end of your trip? Four weeks in is generally when it hits me when I'm far away from home -- just curious :)
I hope that you are home safely, and I can't wait to hear more about your time in Liverpool when we're all back at UM this fall!