...in the distance i can see the city towers near to the misty horizon... and here beside me are the gorse bushes... and, between these near and distant sights, are the houses in the Vale of Health, below...
and here, on this screen, and through my hand, are these words, and the many others already written (on the internet and elsewhere)... and whatever words may come next...
...on the way to the station i walked along a newly-cleared path across a little water meadow amidst emerging fern-like plants and nettles next to a stream and among willow trees...
In the train:
...and now, as i travel a few stations along what was my route home for the last 15 years, i look with pleasure at the from-the-train sights that i know so well... and i'm thankful that, despite my enforced move to the other side of the heath, i'm still able to inhabit these familiar and chaotic places that i like... and were my life... and can still be.
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