Read: Fleeting Moments...

I have been cycling to work along the same route for about five years. I take the shortcut over the Marshes and up into Hackney, East London.

I once stood at the very end of a sun-bleached pier. The pier had a simple design, roughly constructed out of white fractured concrete.

I nervously board the tube train. It’s only been two days since the London tube bombing, and I’m on edge.

I sometimes have a dream, a recurring dream I suppose… In the dream, I am walking through the house that I lived in when I was a child.

7.30 AM. I wake, rub my eyes, and get out of bed; I begin the daily ritual of preparing breakfast, bathing, and getting myself ready for work.