A friday sunset squeezing the last of it's light between the cloudy streets of London. I take a seat next to the canal admiring the versatility of people gathering around the boat locks. Like most, I stare astonished in front of the simple passage of a canal boat. I was there to have a little glimps of what the fuss was about.
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Well I think everyone is outside today, mostly because the sun is out and these occasions are worldly known to be a functional disorder on the Isle of England.
There is a little but highly populate patch of green grass that follows the edges of the canal cemented path. This is where the array of urban wildlife prospers. Some are reading, some are sleeping, others just having a chat and friends drinking accompanied by cheap beer.
The ones who amaze me the most are the groups of young and not so young who gather here every day of the week. They definitely have an attitude. The tourists avoid contact with them cautiously. They see.
Led by the crowds, gaining pleasure to push the limit. This is there home. So you are welcome to pass by, but you can't stay too long or you might end up losing your words and speaking nonsense gibberish to him. He won't like that.
There are the punks, the gothic, the straight, the beat freaks, the clubbers, the tramps, the scholies, the gainers and gamers.
After I finish this fruity beverage of people around me, i'll come back to my writing pad.
