Waiting Outside St. John’s Wood: A Summer of Hope in London

respectfully.

And that, in itself, was enough.

As the day continued, we found ourselves settling into a new rhythm. The urgency that had driven us before was replaced by a quieter kind of anticipation. We didn’t know exactly when he would return, or what would happen when he did. But for the first time, it felt like we were part of the moment, rather continue reading …