I wonder how it is that there are whole sections of the Common that
I don't seem to have been to before. Whole areas of uncharted life
still blank and free for newly formed memories.
The cycle path me and Lauren used to do? Clearing reached. Deep
leaves and chestnut casings, conkers gone.
Suddenly start to notice things moving, squirrels chasing each other
in spirals around trees. Running through the floor covering. Sitting
on longs. I became totally lost in nature, then I turn around and
realise I'm 20 metres from Burgess Road. The traffic has become