London.
The towers are lanterns strung along the river, each window a small ambition burning warm.
Water holds the light and gives it back with patience, and you float without moving.
You taste salt and brick in the wind, hear the soft talk of strangers, and sense a quiet promise rising with the first stars.
You let it settle in your chest, steady and bright, a reminder that wonder keeps late hours and invites good company.
Joshua Campbell
Director