So, 6am. Hurrying from a complete all-nighter at King's to a morning's teaching, you take the wrong Northern Line branch from Kennington and alight back at Waterloo: where you started from.
Tired, grimy, pressed for time, you have over 10 minutes to wait at Elephant & Castle. Priceless moments are scuttling away as it begins to pour down. Impatience descends.
But then you remember.
You sit down. Watch the rain. Feel the air. Be alive.
Beijing comes to mind. You put on this song. Lean back. And remember Ru Da...
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