On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Rock Cottage, clockwise. Noon.
The unseen crickets in the drying grass whirr out their tenth of second ticks as if they wish to fast-forward time to bring on the cool of the evening.
1 comment:
I like this, it makes me wonder if the crickets are trying to stick the seconds back onto the dandelion clocks.
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