online: 8 april 2013 modified: 7 april 2013 7april 2013 warm sunday
Vale of Health pond
...at last a warm day with less wind and warmer air... walking down a steep slope to a semi-secret valley where today is peace and water birds and gentle ripples...and a large crow with damaged leg hopping on the wintry grass... but then it flies away smoothly as if undamaged across the pond and into the trees... and i've already seen hawthorn in bud and one thorn-like bush in bloom and now a pussy willow by the water putting forth its tufted seeds.... there are people around and talking loudly but everything that happens here today seems to be part of a springtime whole... this active peace or harmony of seemingly dead things coming to life as this hand still warm writes words not seen as black marks on white but experienced as the things described for as long as the writing lasts and there is eye and brain and language able to recreate lawns around a pond a sky soft clouds and swan and voices of small children...
...i could stay here for hours today but i've promised to be somewhere else at half-past four...
...a moorhen gazes into the water then it duck-dives quickly and soon reappears perhaps with fish or other creature eaten alive... and yes this thought destroys my peace of mind... imposes human care and morality on lives that are not ours...
...i contemplate deleting the story of the moorhen as we call it but i close the handheld as i walk away...
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