6:56 PM
2 min readAug 4, 2020
It’s 6:56 pm. I’m seated in a corner of Regents Park, with a small water body in front of me. The sound of the paddle boats being cordoned away to one side of the pond fills the air. Just a couple of socially distanced feet away from me, a group of three men sit smoking cigarettes and taking in a foreign language I presume to be French.
It took me a long time to find this spot. An hour and 4 kilometers to be exact. It has been a lazy Sunday…
