Years and years later…

So, it’s been a minute.

Now a 33 year old (26 what do you mean?) living back in Manchester City Centre with a whole different outlook on life. To those who read my blog previous, and those reading it for the first time now, it’s apparent I still have something to say….

As I sit here on this autumnal Thursday evening, in a gorgeous corner window of my Manchester city centre apartment, watching the world continue around me, I pose a question: have we gotten lost?

Let me delve a little deeper. The current view from my 4^th floor glass box is of an exceptional landscape. It’s almost 9pm (BST). The effervescent glow is prominent from all angles. I see the subtle pink hue from the cathedral clock. The bright ever-changing LED intrusion from the entrance to market street. A soft orange almost fairy-tale glow from orbs standing tall on the gorgeous Roman bridge of the river. An occasional strobe from a passing taxi or late-night explorer in a Vauxhall Corsa. The glimmer of white, reflected from the offices across the way, in the deep murky river that’s below me. And, most importantly, the array of warming, comforting light from inside my own fortress.

Amongst the blinding symphony of light, stands tall gorgeous architecture of all ages. A vast array of old and new, carved with sparkles from the water below and the dull glow of a cloudy October night high up in the sky. The oldest of these buildings is the Manchester cathedral; its genius architecture rises during the bright sunlight of day but falls softly into a hidden scenario during the night. Unusual for Manchester, there are limited high rise giants in the peripheral bar one; providing a multi-coloured high border in the distance.  A broken yellow ‘33’ yields atop a monstrous building of which is luckily blending deep into the night before me.

Numerous passers-by enjoy their evenings with varying speeds from casual wanderer to speedy worrier. And yet, not one looks above their eyeline. I have been present in these current surroundings for almost an hour; witnessing the world as it comes to me. All too busy within their most immediate challenge, concern, worry or plan to even take a minute. A text from an ex, or current affair. A notification to ensure you attend the Pilates class the next day or cancel in enough time to not be charged. A constant ping from several group chats’ reminding you of the latest craze, gossip, debauchery or excitement. Alas, Doja Cat’s new album on repeat (not surprised – she’s a sensation).

I’m not saying here I want all to view me, God no. I’m suggesting the complete opposite. Look around and explore the world through our most eccentric sense. The Eyes. Our sight is something to behold and captures the most unique, exciting, stunning moments which we can only dream to repeat. I implore all to be a part of something more than what you deem of importance in that moment. There’s a whole world out there which we simply cannot begin to comprehend. This world is one to behold, and be proud of!

Take a moment. Take a breath. Live.

Peace Out,

Roro XOXO