wind

20th April, 2020, Monday.

Remain on the park bench in the sun, This is a morning walk. A walk in the park, the park that had been made by the aristocracy for hunting pleasures, and now is owned by the state for the people.
The sky is blue from horizon to horizon, the bench is a the top of the hill. The sky is very big.
A couple pass by, two tiny dogs rush ahead. The little dogs ar officious in their nature, rushing, panting and sniffing.
Later on a mother and child and two dogs pass. They are on their way to the zoo.
There is a steady breeze, cool, it seems to be blowing from the north. The sunlight is bright and strong.
The birds fall silent, there is the sound of voices. Perhaps it is feeding time.

Maybe the son and the wife are awake

now, back down in the town.

The wind strengthens, blowing husks and dead leaves across the open spaces.

There is the sound of cracking, a sound of breaking branches to the rear.
And a crash as one falls.