Tube Walks and Fog

I had slept the night before in vardebedian's library, unable to turn off the lights, and awoke that morning merely to tube-walk, carrying a sleeping bag and slurping a bright blue slush puppie. Tube Walk 30 was between Bow Church and Pudding Mill Lane and was abruptly followed by Tube Walk 31 between Bow Road and Bromley-By-Bow. I expected buildings tied up with bows, rainbows perhaps, but instead there were signs warning of rowdyism and vice, beautiful spiders, canals and at least a spattering of graffiti. November is rapidly passing and with each day, I write more words for NaNoWriMo. I try to convince myself that whatever happens in my life, at least it could become a story, but mostly I write about fog.