online: 10 april 2011 modified: 23 march, 8, 10 april 2011 23 march 2011 spring time
highest point and beyond
...city towers framed by gorse blossom and spikey new growths beneath blue sky with small puffy clouds and a high-flying aircraft leaving a vapour trail... i've recently learnt that the spiral form of vapour trails (as vividly shown by smoke patterns) is a result of low pressure above the wing and higher pressure below exchanging places at the wing tips... the resulting helical cloud streams being (i think) as much natural as artificial... perhaps all such trails wakes or vortices are examples of a mistaken or false distinction between human and not?...
...but as my legs get too warm in the spring sunshine i go to look for a shadier writing place...
...not until i reached the forest edge did i find a seat in sufficient shadow... and here (as everywhere today) i find the tattered dark green leaves on last year's bramble branches already sprouting light green leaves... and i notice some of the first insects of this warmer season...
...my attention is drawn (by the upwardness of everything today) to gaze at the topmost twigs and branches (still leafless) and the blue sky beyond...
...and on each twig are sprouting buds of each tree already guaranteeing that the next phase of spring and summer will be leafy and profuse beyond counting...
...having written my first impression of this spot i decide to stay for as long as it takes for the whole of this scene to take over my thoughts and perhaps to reveal what i'm not noticing... (though perhaps that intention is too purposeful)...
...i was imagining that directing my attention at 'the whole' would reveal something great or grand about this place (where i've settled) but what takes my attention is a solitary sprout of grass in the leafless earth at my feet... and this leads me to notice dozens and even hundreds more grasses growing in small clumps... and beyond those a continuous carpet of new grass on earth bared by winter...
...now sitting in what i call 'the secret valley' of the nearby park, i try not to be put off by the sight of seven or eight birches planted at equal intervals among trees planted more chaotically by humans... or by winds... or by birds... or by other accidents of nature...
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