We met during late spring.
She was sitting alone, smoking a cigarette and gazing at the sky.
I was immediately compelled to photograph her.
We had a few chance meetings.
She enjoyed wandering by the Thames at night.
I started to join her.
She came to live with me in my small flat in Peckham.
We didn't go out much, sometimes we would just read together.
At the end of summer she had to leave London when her visa expired.
After I watched her walk through the departures gate at Heathrow,
I drove home.
The sky was beautiful.
I imagined what a beautiful last view she would have of England.
I realised how much I would miss her.
I haven't seen her since.