Doppler effect.

The day began with a wave of anticipation, a feeling like a distant star's light drawing closer, a true Doppler effect. It's getting more intense and is resolving into a quiet happiness.

Then came a moment of perfect synchronicity in Boar Lane. A meeting with an Argentine man, whose surname was Beja, while I was wearing a badge from Beja, Portugal. A beautiful moment of serendipity that echoed the kindness of two guys on a rainy day who gave me the badge in the first place.

On the journey itself, I fed the suffering city pigeons with leftover rice—a small act of compassion that is all I can do, and all that's in my capacity. The charraban ride was a bone-shaking "sharra-bang" all the way to Wetherby. The journey led me past the beautiful Rowan trees opposite my flat, a shame their berries aren't directly edible.

And now the destination is here. A quiet, thoughtful day awaits with Lola, Mind and my mother. A perfect end to this leg of the journey.