On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Sutherland Road, clockwise. 8.30am.
The gales have put things out of step. A blast ruffles the feathers of a feeding crow, making him jump; and a commuter, mack belt flying, jogs for his train.
1 comment:
I like this. It's true that the weather affects our emotions and even makes the crow jump.
The rhythm of a commuter, mack belt flying, jogs for his train. is outstanding.
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