springtime in london

spent 5 hours lazing about in regent's park today, observing the shadows grow long on the soft mossy green as the sun marched west. discussed virtually everything under the sun, from the chasm between eastern and western spiritual traditions to whether wonderwoman can actually fly (and what kind of background music she has). couples whispering between kisses, lips still touching, toddlers squealing with delight, black water fowl puffing up feathers in spring flirtation, dogs and human forms sprawling among the tufts of daffodils. mating season is here.