It's a calm evening. We're at the roof garden in Canary Wharf
It's slightly overcast, kind of mild for June
The traffic is humming below a sleepy haven for young couples
It hums but it doesn't bother us
It feels far away
We tune it out
We don't hear the wind
The sky is fenced off with triangular panels
The birds are singing in trees above
We wonder if they are really there
I'm standing by some bushes and tall bamboo
The branches shimmer with touches of wind we can't feel on our skin
We have to get in the solid matter to hear these movements
The air is too alive with noise, even in this artificial sanctuary
The city relies on these bubbles
They negate the commotion of the flow in the office blocks outside and above
And the mall and train station below
These bubbles negate the cacophony of capital
They are also the sublime construction of it
Just listen to the hum of the lift
You are safe
At peace
As long as they make space for you to hear sounds like this
Then you can feel the strength to face the city again
And you don't have to worry about looking for an alternative