Final Post

"I love walking in London" (3). Lauren thought of her as she walked towards Hyde Park.  The sun was out for five minutes like it always would be, but the clouds were ahead and she could already see the rain by Marble Arch.  A remarkable dream to be living in London.  Something about Hyde Park always struck Lauren as home.  When she was in the center it was as if she left the city; for one moment she remembered home; the green grass that was only damp in the morning and always running into those whom she knew.

A rain drop awoke her from her memories at home.  It seemed as if rain drops were the only ones waking her up from her day dreams lately, for in a big city it is rare to find those who know you well.  She laughed realizing she had been off to another world for some time now.  While her world was turned upside-down, it truly was a dream to be there, in Hyde Park, "anyhow there was no bitterness in her"(68).   She crossed over the bridge with rushing traffic, cars damp with rain as they drove out of the storm.  She thought of how she was walking towards it the rain; she was always walking towards the rain, "bursting into tears this morning, what was all that about?". (70).  

Out of the house is where she longed to be, so there Lauren walked, away from home.  She had never met a June so cold.  She thought of her friends so far away and thought of the strangers she past.  It was a rare day to find a smile on these streets in London; those who sound so friendly are only rushing to be where they need to be.  Lauren thought about those rushing workers: "if they looked good, kind people, just to say to them 'I am unhappy'"; would they care? (73).  

She stops again and stares at Hyde Park.  A smile comes to her face when she thinks of the sun being over the house across the park.  Ironic to have the sun over that house where she feels so trapped, and then here, in the rain she can find her way to where she has been walking all afternoon.  She knew she was short on time and picked up her pace.  It was typical that Lauren missed every light while walking, for even when she was in a rush luck never seemed to be on her side.  Lauren wondered about the barclays bikes and how they are always one second away from being trampled by those big, red busses.  She always believed those people had a death wish getting on those bikes. Even being luckless and stuck in the rain Lauren could never get on one of those bikes.  

"Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeing the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded; one was alone. There was an embrace in death" (163).  Lauren crossed the road cautiously; still new to the rush of city life.  They were always the same, boring, lifeless people that were nothing like those in her home where the sun would shine before and after June.  She walks up knowing that this night will not be different from any others.  She presses the buzzer to get let inside another night of nothingness.  What is a night out without her people? Lauren needed her people, "in the middle of my party, here's death, she thought" (162).  For every party felt like death for Lauren.