London-ish

By Jesse Dart

Then, in Soho, late afternoon, past Fortnum & Mason, lit for the holidays, I dodged crowds of folks leaving to go home from work. I took a turn down a side street to The Windmill, a Mayfair pub, where life seemed to have spilled past the sidewalk. The air felt damp, but no rain was falling, and even if the clock just turned 4:55PM, the night had been upon us for an hour. I didn’t need to know anyone there, I didn’t need a friend or a group because the crowd was a group I could melt into. A G&T doesn’t take long to make, and less time to drink, and before I knew it, I was off again to look for sustenance.