Time Beneath the Wings

In the heart of London, a Gothic church tower stands tall, its stonework weathered by centuries, its clock frozen at 11:50, as if holding time in reverent pause. Arched windows and intricate masonry reach skyward, framed by leafless trees and scattered green, while birds drift through the clouds like fleeting thoughts. The sky, moody and luminous, casts shifting light across the tower’s face, creating a portrait of contrast, permanence and motion, silence and flight. This is a scene where history breathes and the present listens.