London.

London. You are a tricky love. But a love nonetheless. We might often be far away, but joys you show me whenever we meet again. Under all the manicured displays, you are quite goofy really. Peaking out from the chiseled stone, forged iron, carved streets, cracks always peak through. Green cracks, human cracks. May nature never let you be rid of your quirks. That's what gives you life.