Early, heavy rain. Everywhere's a water feature. Tarmac bubbles and glistens as if it recalls being hot. Kerbs shine as drains gargle with an unspeakable mouthwash. I'm behind glass, watching nature create an exhibition of itself, curate itself, the whole museum to myself.
Sunday, 27 June 2021
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