Protecting stillness

Just before my train pulls into London Bridge, I get a glimpse of Tower Bridge. It is perfectly framed between a grey and orange office block and some red brick flats, a fleeting image, and utterly beautiful. The kind of thing you see on those Instagram accounts with the Valencia filter captioned ‘Fall in London’; and I only I saw it for the first time recently, on my way into the office, where I spent the whole journey looking out of the window like an eager child, drinking in every detail.