Another Scene Began

This is Not a Thunderstorm, Prij, 02/09/05

High-flats rise in and out of low-lying cloud. Metallic screeches emanate from the ocean terminal. The humming of distant traffic and the drizzle form the ambient noise. Another walkabout.

This afternoon, despite the mild rain, I went up to the cemetery again and had a nice time. I wandered around looking for conkers for an hour or so - gathered around 15 of the largest I could find (including four very large conkers). When I came across the first Horse-Chestnut tree a maintenance van drove by - wearing my green heavy field-jacket, I stood still amongst the headstones. The van drove right by without seeing me. So childish.

I came across a different tree smothered in vines. When I got up close I noticed the fresh remains of the shoulders and wings of a raven between the vine and the bark. No idea how it managed to wind up in the centimetre gap. I did see one familiar scene whilst turned-around - a month since I first saw it, a blue tracksuit top is still sitting atop a hip-height headstone. It's bright fucking blue, how can it not be seen by the council for a month and beyond when it's on an access road? Most likely there are no living relatives of whomever the headstone laments, so why bother.

I still haven't finished the draft detailing my lovely afternoon at the cemetery a month ago. Next Thursday/Friday, depending on the weather, I'll wonder Westward with my camera.

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