(designed to read with the window set to two-thirds of the screen width)
As I sat by the 2nd pond 4 swans took off from the next pond and flew over the fence to reach this one. One was an adult and the other 3 still have brown feathers and may have only just learnt to fly. I've never seen all of them flying together before. How, I wonder, did they decide to fly off simultaneously, and in formation, and which swan, if any, gave the signal? I suspect that such questions of the visible forms of nature are not fully answered by scientific study - which nowadays seems to look mainly at the microstructure and very little at the visible forms (that attracted Goethe, for instance).
As I walked today in the morning sunshine I made several notes on paper (I don't find it possible to write on the handheld while walking or standing):
the first warmth, and scents, of summer ... water lily leaves already surfaced ... a first butterfly ... a tall woman, old but notably upright, is singing quietly as she walks with swinging legs and a determined confident presence .... the radio tower, now with many new antennae, stands so upright against the blue sky, I see it as a most perfect embodiment of modern spirit, no longer celebrated
As I sat writing a woman walked slowly by while reading a book... I've seldom seen people doing that and I feel encouraged by the sight of such power in that seemingly frail and abstract but thoughtful link between writer and reader - though I wonder at the loss of attention to one's surroundings.
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