Why a Sunset on a London Rooftop Feels Like a Secret

Pic­ture this: you step onto a nar­row bal­cony in the heart of the city, the sky turn­ing from amber to a deep indigo, and the Thames glim­mer­ing like liq­uid sil­ver beneath you. The only sounds are the dis­tant hum of traf­fic and the clink of glass­es.