On a dim, rainy evening, much like this one, I found myself wandering the autumn streets of London. The crisp air carried the scent of damp leaves, and as I passed by the old phone booths and shadowed alleyways, it felt as though the city was whispering secrets long forgotten. Big Ben chimed in the distance, its sound echoing against the stillness of the evening, reminding me of moments lost in time. There’s something in these quiet, reflective moments that draws me to music like this—a...
