rush of traffic mixed with duck noise , bike tires on wet tarmac
and dogwalkers (who look like Marc Almond) calling after their dogs.
Grey sky billows with smoky clouds, constantly moving as though
trying to reveal the sun. As it gets lighter, more life arrives.
Jogging, walking determined, seagulls patting the ground and flocking
in the distance. As they fly overhead they leave a dark shape above,
black on the grey cloud.
Skittering dogs, chase the cyclists, sliding on the wet paths. Going
the wrong ways only to be called back. A single magpie.
Unseen magpies in the tree cackle. Lost in the bare branches and
sparse leaves. Crows join in, shrieking. I wonder, everytime a person
sees a lone magpie and, fearing melancholy, says hello to him and
his misses, are there more, waiting in the nearby trees to laugh?!