London, River Thames

The Thames at sunset. You stand by the water and the city exhales in gold. The London Eye turns like a patient clock. Parliament lifts its spires into the soft sky.

A double decker bus hums across the bridge, and you feel it carry a hundred small stories.

Cranes rest like tall birds. A distant plane draws a silver thread above the rooftops.

Light folds and unfolds, a slow heartbeat that steadies your own.

This hour says keep moving and keep savoring.