Facebook post, 24 November 2015
Arriving back into Milan last night, feeling a not often felt, yet very familiar feeling of, well, of having fallen in love again with another city. It's something strange but so good, and I've only ever felt this perhaps quite peculiar thing of falling in love with a city once before, in Buenos Aires. So, with this heart beating sensation going on in my chest, and music in my ears (Speaking of Truth (orchestrated) by Laleh- see below), I walk out of the phenomenal Milan Central Station, pause under the neon pyramid and look up into my newly beloved city skyline. To see this... a murmuration of starlings. After filming and then watching it for around 10 minutes, I turned to see the near full moon lighting patches of motionless and quite surreal cloud formations against a backdrop of the violet-blue early evening sky. It is difficult not to believe that there is something far greater, far more benevolent than we have the capacity to be, when these extraordinary moments, these treasures, these breathtaking moments, are handed to us - to all of us right there, without having to have done a single thing to deserve it. In these moments I turn and look around me, sometimes with almost a kind of desperation, for the provider of this beauty. There is this overwhelming need to express the gratitude, yet I cannot hug - as I would in any other situation when the joyous moments are given. So, what to do? The only response is an acceptance, a silent 'thank you' (often repeated) to whatever it is I believe in, and continuing on.