The excitement of approaching

It is hard getting up to come in to The City, especially when it is grey and wet, like today. But as I draw ever closer: coffee, shave, shower, ride to station, train... the old excitement returns. Or, I should say, the excitement of the buzz, the flow of the city, which is on offer for me specifically because I am a visitor. It was a grind when I did it daily, I shouldn't romanticise it unduly. But even then, there was something magical about the city. The distance people traveled to work in teams, which created an extraordinary hive mind. And the sheer scale of it all.