Holland Park. Nothing like people watching in a park before meditation classes.
A man with long dark hair walking hand in hand with a lady who had the whitest blond hair ever. It was also long, way past her waist. They past twice, not looking at each other, neither were they talking. Just walking. Looking ahead. Hand in hand. White and black hair flowing in the wind. It reminded me of horses' tails as they galloped in a field.