sodium lamps

Mon 1 April 2019

A quick shower, gather the clothes from the

wardrobe that had been tidied up over the weekend.

And leave the house, walk down the early

morning lifelessness of the church alley,

pass the curch, leave the cobbled over graveyard

to the left. A police car crosses the old market,

moving slowly, the two policemen inside

doing their job.

at the town gate a pigeon flutters by-There

is a duck, it goes for a small piece of

something on the cobbled pavement, then it changes its mind and retreats again as the

heavy human feet approach. It was only a few centimetres away from the delicacy,

whatever it was. But the approaching threat was greater than the greed. So the insticts of duck led it to pull back it's bill, to go into reverse, and to change the direction of movement. Evasive action on automatic, drive by instinct and not by consideration.

The bus stop is bare of people, there are empty fast food containers littering the

ground-Reddish, Macdonalds. It is hard to tell by the light of the orange sodium lamps.

The taxi driver arrives, and the bus a short while later.