It can appear in an instance and disappear just as quickly. A little something that enriches our experience of living. Sometimes we get too hung up on waiting for it to happen, or trying to create it. Perhaps even to an extent that when it actually happens we might miss the 'magic' passing in front of our own eyes. And then, when you least expect it, even a simple thing as walking out of a Tube station on a chilly, windy January evening, in the midst of a busy city, surrounded by rushing people and plethora of lights and noises, can make magic happen. It hits you: “Isn’t this moment just magical?”
As I climb up and down the stairs, walk past few walls decorated with posters, a view arises that we, the people inhabiting this town, forget about or tend to take for granted. The ancient site, history still present for us to see: stone walls and towers, a somewhat plain yet magnificent structure where kings and queens resided, people were imprisoned; the home of the Crown Jewels of the United Kingdom; the place that has witnessed so many different events. The castle stands in splendour, enveloped by glorious flood of light that contrasts it against the dark backdrop of a wintery night sky... I wonder what this place looked like in the days when it was being built, after it was completed, and throughout the centuries to follow. Entirely different times, ever changing context.
I walk along the pathways that millions of people have passed through every single day for centuries, every second separating me even more from (their) past. Bright modern building in front of me, a small dim green on my left, the castle on my right. And there it is, another view that can take your breath away, if you stop and take it in. The stately structure of the Tower Bridge is shaping up from around the corner of Tower of London. Not exactly an ancient sight in itself, yet amazing nevertheless. The setting, the shapes, the colours. Of course the lights intensify the whole experience.
Tonight I become a tourist for a hundredth time since I’ve arrived to this city. Although on my way home from work, rushing to escape the cold wintery wind, but truly seeing and absorbing the changing picture in front of me. More stairs to climb up onto the bridge, passing by commuters and tourists alike. And the magic continues. In the matter of few steps and change in my elevation, the view is transformed into even more wondrous, at least for me. I’m walking down the bridge that has been pictured on endless amount of postcards and featured in many movies. One of the most recognizable symbols of this city. And ahead on my right, the contrasting, yet nicely interacting shapes of brightly lit modern buildings, each window revealing even more shapes and colours. The water is reflecting the lights around and above. Modernity vs. history, separated by the river, but joined together by the bridge.
Some things remain for years, decades, even centuries, or millennia, but the view is never exactly the same. Although, as with everything else in life which we get to experience regularly, it becomes a part of every day. Something we begin to take for granted, or forget about overall. But, noticing these little things is what makes the every day life more magical. Amazing.