Kissing

The plane trees rain seeds, filling the air with hazy irritation. Two young men in stripey t-shirts and shades stop at the foot of Lambeth Bridge for a quick yet tender snog, before proceeding down the steps to the riverbank. A middle-aged lady tourist cranes a scrawny, camera-laden neck to stare disapprovingly. But she remains unnoticed, the lovers, serene. Truly, love is blind.