Now the sun is half concealed and the sunlight is diminishing every minute... the grey light of evening and a sudden cooling of the air make me think briefly of moving - but as yet the inertia of my still warm body (beneath several layers of clothes) keeps me seated and writing...
A woman walks past in a leaning-forward posture and i remember how, having taken lessons in the postural technique of F M Alexander, i notice everyone's posture and movements and how few seem to be easy and spontaneously upright! ... And now a man runs by with just that ease and poise that Alexander teaching can induce. Very few people seem to have it spontneously, about one in 10 or 20.
The sun's now out of sight and the air is cooling. The topmost branches of trees are moving in the wind and i listen to the sounds of distant aeroplanes and birds and i hear a crow caw as it flaps its way to a treetop... A half-conscious impulse to move causes me to stop writing and to walk a little further.18:00
...now i'm writing in the warm train sitting opposite to a young man who is writing rapidly in a notebook. He's filled half a page while i wrote these pargraphs... He is writing as if driven but he pauses for a moment before continuing to write...
...and now he reads a book. I get out to an icy cold station, especially on the footbridge. A shopkeeper asks me how i keep warm in this weather... as i re-enter my flat i realise how warm it is compared to the partly-heated houses of my childhood. In those days we wore thick clothes even indoors. I took off my thick sweater, outer socks and thermal pants to write this paragraph.
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