online: 9 august 2012 modified: 20 july, 7,9 august 2012 20 july 2012 in clear air and rain
outdoors and in
...at the highest seat i pause to look 10 to 20 kilometres (in unusually clear air) where several tall chimneys (perhaps of power stations) are shining in sunlight that they are reflecting towards this spot... and as i write this description (as incomplete and as personal as any other) i decide to endure the stings of tiny insects (midges) that are no more than 2 millimetres in wing span... some of which are already biting the skin of my clothed wrists as well as of my unclothed hands...
...after a few minutes the distant chimneys disappear as the sun is hidden in rain clouds and the clear sky is clouding over... (such is the speed of weather changes here in this semi-maritime climate).... and the slight north-west wind at ground level induces small movements of grasses... of leaves... and even of branches... and i enjoy the change from indoor worries to these refreshing aspects of outdoor world and weather...
...still at highest seat but now under an umbrella as big drops of rain fall on the bench at each side of me... and a solitary butterfly continues visiting grasses and bramble flowers despite the rain drops...
...now as the air fills with rain and big blue-grey clouds move in from the east i see less of the distant view... and i am feeling too cold to stay here much longer...
... but before ceasing to write i ask myself why and how the outdoor scenes we call natural differ in character from indoor concerns that we call human or artificial... but i drop the question and look up at the huge grey clouds now filling the sky...
...the rain is lessening as i walk towards the bus stop... still intent upon answering that questions of indoor life as soon as i return...
in a bus:
as the light begins to fade i enjoy the pleasure of travelling along familiar streets and among half-familiar people... a man wearing a sailor's cap similar to mine tells me that his family came from Greece...
...we both get out at the same stop and i see that he lives in a street with a Welsh name... when i mention this he says there is a similarity between Greek music and Irish... as we shake hands and say good bye he tells me his name is Dimitri... (and as i contemplate our meeting i feel that my question is answered... or else is superfluous)...
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