I can see the forecast thunder beginning to appear over east London - a thick haze and quite a strong east wind over the city. The sky here is still pale blue but becoming hazy. I'm feeling at ease in this cave-like space beneath thorn and oak leaves and branches, out of the wind and at a distance from the crowded lawns. This is a hay field, more yellow than green, with pink flowers that I don't recognise... I shall be sorry to leave this earth, as we call it. Nearby are some grains looking ripe. A woman walking by smiles when she sees me writing. Her companion looks down as she walks - not many look about. There are dozens of cigarette stubs on the ground. All these things are parts of one picture, or circumstance - the indescribable wholeness and unexpectedness of life.
19:26 Walked across to the west side of the heath - I'm now on the seat overlooking the wooded valley. The trees and grasses look slightly tired - perhaps the fast growth of summer is over? The dock leaf plants have gone to seed. The seasons are quicker than I expect. As I write the wind becomes gusty - the branches of the oak above me are blown about and its leaves brush my head. Is this the beginning of the storm?I paused on the way back to look up and down the long avenue of limes which join overhead to make it quite dark there in all weathers. To the west I could see a squirrel crossing the road and in the distance a few people approaching. To the east I saw no one and I felt a strangeness in being alone in that interior space - as if something unexpected might happen. But nothing did. I walked back into the world of open skies and familiar paths and well-behaved people, and houses, and cars, and trains, and mobile phones... As I sat waiting for the train a woman caressed the back of a woman sitting next to me - as if to comfort her. This is life, as we know it. Is it unique in the universe?
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