Saturday, 21 February 2009
no show
sunny sunny. shorts, no gloves. to woods effortfully fast. would’ve sunk if raced. try to sprint coach road. sunk without trace. enormous bright gold sun over fields. nothing turquoise. something grey. heron waving away from heron pond. tries to land on top of lone sad spindly christmas tree. flaps away leaving heron-head-and-neck-shaped top bobbing. puff up partridge lane. push on back to woods. round again? round again. sort of sprint coach road. sun gone. pink and turquoise sky. bonfire smoke at top of lane. could do with gloves. to woods and home.
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