...i walk across the meadow in the fading light... signs of the transparency of winter, a few trees are already leafless and stand silhouetted against the clear sky... the ponds are almost completely still (except for a slight ripple from the movement of water birds)...

...i decide to walk to Parliament Hill before darkness and while walking there i am amazed to see a kite flying with electric lights on its wings (it is shaped like a hang glider)... when i get closer i see that it is being flown by a man i spoke to last week (he has studied architecture, has learnt to pilot aircraft, and brings a miniature windsock to show the direction and strength of the wind)... he tells me that he invented the illuminated kite so that he can continue kite flying after work during the months when it gets dark early... he says that he invents things whenever he meets obstacles... his email name is Son Of The Winds... he is an irrepressible optimist, but practical...

...i look now at the city... it looks wonderful under the clear sky, a (illegible words) of lights spreading over many miles in all directions and surrounding the heath...

...on my way to the heath i sat next to a man of about 70 who told me that he would not like to be young now... he pointed to 'all this' (the people waiting for a bus)... then he told me of his early life as a conscripted soldier and we shared memories of that... he said he did not know how to get to the heath so i showed him the way...