online: 3 march 2013 modified: 2, 3 march 2013 2 march 2013 sign of spring
pond 2
...about fifty seagulls floating without movement...
.... catkins of the Pussy Willow are in bloom... ..first sign of spring
...the houses across the water seem further off than they did... is that because the new lenses in my eyes are causing the optical part of my nervous system to readjust to sharper focus (and to rebalance each eye to the other) after months or years of poor vision... or is it that i am retreating from the outer world...
...in which the setting sun projects my shadow on the ground before me...
...a new white police van moves slowly among people walking across the dam between ponds 2 and 3...
...a woman's voice calling a dog... [about 100 words deleted accidentally]...
...glad to be in the warm air of a cafe after getting cold in the dry wind that's been blowing from the east or northeast for a week or two...
... but my still cold hands have accidentally deleted half of what i wrote while on my way to see the view from Parliament Hill to which i walked as if this is my last walk on the heath... and now i'm enjoying a Bakewell tart... its nutty sweetness...
...and what do i recall of walking to Parliament Hill:
...i went along what i call Panorama Path below the summit... from which the distant city towers and nearer towers join in a continuity that can include oneself if one looks from here...
...climbing up a muddy path and wooden steps i joined about fifty people (some standing some sitting) to see the clear view of the distant city towers... in the dry air from Russia or beyond... and there was a crow perched on an empty bench among the people... where i sat to write... but soon i grew cold and returned to the warmth of civilisation... as we used to call it...
...and now a sense of normality... as i sit at a bench-like table among talkative people... while i read a copy of The Times that someone has left on the table... from which i learn of the immense size of the computers being asssembled to model the human brain... and now i watch those who work in the cafe slowly packing away the uneaten cakes and loaves for tomorrow... as it grows dark outside and everyone inside the cafe prepares to leave...
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