Easy

It looks easy after all. You board a plane, you travel for some hours and then you land at a place where you suddenly feel that everything is going to be OK. And you don´t need to hear it from anybody´s lips. You just know it for yourself. The weight has been lifted, everything that happened in the space of just a few weeks is history. All you think is “This is an opportunity, you are lucky enough to have an opportunity, take it!”.

Washington was calm and warm this morning. Its large avenues almost empty, but there was already some movement in the neighborhood cafés. A feeling of peace and well-being.

The first thing I wanted to do was to get to the Museum of American Art as soon as I could and stand in front of Cape Cod Morning. Just a few months ago this new encounter hadn´t even crossed my mind. All I had to do was to look left after I got at the information hall. And there she was. Same place, same emotion. As I walked closer, her features got more clear, the expression exactly as I remembered it. There we were again.

I walked a lot. I walked all around central Washington. It feels easy. Things feel easy, again, and I feel I fit. I immediately feel I belong. Rare, precious feeling. I love how people start talking to me as if we knew each other. Small talk, nothing special, in the street, in the queue at the supermarket, at the counter. Things are easy.

I took a stroll in ‘my neighborhood’ in the early evening. Like we used to do in London. Still very warm and calm. Very green too. My neighborhood.