...all day it has been hot, with many people feeling uncomfortable, but now the sun is nearing the horizon, the air is cool and fresh, the grass is green and long, and every detail of the city is clearly visible... no mist, no smog, few clouds, as life seems to become freer and more open to anything... everyone is on holiday, here on the heath (at least for an hour or two)... there is no need to struggle... i'm not hurrying to walk, to follow a route (random or otherwise), all i can think of doing is looking at the trees, the city, the sky and the people...
...i catch someone's glance and he raises his eyebrows meaningfully as he walks by (as if we knew each other)...
...however, as soon as i got up to go, i caught sight of the radio transmission tower on the other side of the heath and could not resist walking (in as straight and purposeful a line as i could) towards it, to examine it at close quarters...
...from below it looks as unearthly as it did in the distance... geometrical, a Euclidian diagram against the sky... no sign whatever of the signals it transmits, invisibly and inaudibly, to and from the fire fighters... utterly static... it defies thought and seems to me to exist quite apart from our petty concerns... though of course it was made in order to protect us from fire, a concern most vital.
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