17:20 Back in the heath i know: the meadow in Kenwood. Out of the forest of Sandy Heath and into open space, and sky, and cloud, and light, and awareness of distant aeroplanes and flying birds... and into a world i know and feel at home in every part...
The tall and bushy trees surrounding the meadow still have all their leaves but they've begun to turn yellow, or yellowish-green...
...a woman walks by and smiles and says hello - is it that someone seated, and writing, somehow invites friendly greetings?
The air is cool today, at the beginning of autumn. There are still a few insects in the air and i can hear the cawing of distant crows. I feel as if i'm noticing small sights and sounds in this part of the heath i know well whereas in the part new to me my perceptions were quite different - more to do with finding and choosing my way than with noticing the life around me...
18:10 Parliament Hill. I started going back the way i came but i felt strong urge to revisit this and other places i know well... As i walked through these familiar scenes, and experienced today's's variations in sights i like so much and know, the tumulus, the sight of the city, its towers, and the low hills beyond it, i realise that i have not moved - only added new sights and walks to the ones i know and can still visit.. I realise now that my world's not shrunk but expanded!
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