online: 4 september 2016
modified: 4 september 2016

4 september 2016 end of summer


...cool air... grey clouds... distant sunshine beyond northern horizon... now able to walk easily without trekking poles but still carrying them as enjoy being four-legged... able to walk a little faster on smooth surfaces... and with improved balance on rough ground... while awaiting words indicative of new culture... perhaps to be found in this imagined writing...

a little beyond what exists...

...having walked across playing fields to a black door (or a back door) in the Great Wall... visible from where i was sitting (about 1000 metres away)

...i'm sitting now beyond the door... beneath a pergola in the Hampstead Garden Suburb... surrounded by planted vegetation... this year's leaves are still growing while last year's are still on the ground... a utopia achieved... though inhabited by people far wealthier than those for whom it was intended...

...its rural urban cosiness is now enjoyed by the semi-wealthy who inhabit these secluded city cottages... (and by those such as me... who live close enough to walk here every day.... or every other)... yes indeed... this is it...

...i look up from the screen to see the evergreen surrounding hedges of this garden suburb or apparent village... half-in/half-out of the wilder city forest... and the/mind... no longer seen as object...

mm/ee

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