For a period, Alicia returned to the same London neighbourhood again and again. Its connection to Melbourne made the city feel familiar; travelling there began to resemble coming home. Jet lag produced early photographs, while long summer evenings stretched conversations with old classmates into the night.
One morning she ran ten quiet kilometres through Hyde Park and made a promise to protect her future energy. Another day required only a black dress and flat shoes—uncomplicated, but still entirely her own. London, one of her favourite places, offered early runs, long conversations, and familiar streets seen in changing light.
Familiar enough to return. Alive enough to see again.
