The weekend was bad.
Today the sun shone and the temperature climbed to a level appropriate to a
modest summer. After dinner I took a stroll along Church
Lane, shortly after sunset.
Bats flying early...
The western sky wild with ragged form and rich colour...
Rabbits running round a meadow...
The willow herb still heavy with two-tier pink...
...and me swamped with the twin tones of emptiness and
revulsion.
There’s something going seriously to waste here.
And I still haven’t worked out what is so compelling about
tree branches swaying gently in a light breeze at twilight.
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