Suddenly Summer 忽而今夏

Summer is suddenly in the London air today, warm enough for a thin summer dress, in the afternoon when the sun is out, showering the city with hazy golden particles. 

Only 20 or so degrees, but very warm, warm enough be to called summer by London standards. An afternoon on such a day deserves best to be spent where else but on the lovely Portobello Road in Notting Hill. 

Walking down the Portobello Road, heart light as ever, I 

couldn't stop picturing myself living in one of the colorful roadside buildings - this one, with a cheerful, newly-painted front door (reminds one of the famous blue-doored building where Hugh Grant-the-stuttering-bookstore -owner lives in  "Notting Hill" the movie); or that one, garden in front with hyacinth in full cascading blossom; or maybe that modern one across the street with dignified glass exteriors and terrace. I want to catch a glimpse of the many different lives being lived, at this moment, in these various buildings; lives, base or noble, small or big, are the source of my envy this afternoon. 

Intoxicating heat, indeed, and the breeze that moves it down the road, too.

忽然想起了这么一个词，忽而今夏，再想，很久以前热爱的一首黄耀明的老歌，自然还是林夕的词：

看见了漫漫稻田在掠过

看见了烈日在遥望着我

过去每一分钟刹那之间涌向我

某月某年 仿佛再生

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