zenith

16th April, 2020, Thursday

It must be close on one hundred metres above the town. this park bench.

There is the loud call of cooks and peacocks from the little zoo close by, and the quieter calls of the wild birds

Two ducks are hiding in the grass that has been left longer to allow the wild yellow flowers to bloom.

The walk up was strenuous, it was alarming to feel the need for more air, left the old lungs panting like a dogs, and

the heart racing, the unfitness of laziness and age. There is a seat twenty metres farther on, sit and wait for this internal activity to subside. Look up at the

tree tops, all in fresh bafe, the branch structure is clearly visible.

Take a picture of the leaves, then leave to

mount the rest of the hill.

There is a platform near the top,

providing a view over the town. The town is lit with the glaring light of the morning sun.

The sky is a blend from pale blue at the horizon to a dark blue at the zenith.

It is already a hot morning.