e, to walk under dark skies, to hear the rustle of trees and experience the consistent tempo, the pace, of life. It all seemed to make sense when days had mornings and afternoons and weeks had Sunday rituals. You were supposed to follow that rhythm each day and somewhere, I began to understand that yes, this is how life is played out. The cycle moves—growth, family, death. All this is blissfully dispensed with in London. Live your life in any way, London says.