A motorbike can be heard playing the Doppler Effects greatest hit. I wonder where they're going; this person who has no idea they are being written about, no idea they're a bit player in my life, albeit for a few brief seconds?
I wonder whose lives we'll play bit parts in today?
Summer is finally here. Days layered with warmth, unfolded by the dawn like a picnic blanket on a meadow. Where the breeze has to merely tickle the trees to make them laugh. Where pinballs of light bounce off open bedroom windows, which themselves resemble a panting dog's tongue.
First cup of tea: the tinkling timpani of teaspoons across the nation - our very own kettle drums.
Sunday slowly heaves into view. There's a stillness to sunrise. The early morning checks itself to make sure all was brought safely across from the night. Then it starts. A euphony of birds singing songs of gratitude, but it's far too early for me to be joining a chorus line!
It's rather overcast in Shoetown this morning. The uniform cloud promises no rain. I've checked. So there they float, much like a sulking child who can't get its own way, destined to break into a smile once the sun peers through to offer them a treat.
A cross ant eats a croissant crumb,
not sure what's made him cross.
If now he has to crumbs, succumbed,
I'd like to think he's not!
1
I told my mate that he'd regret building his new house on that flood plain.
He didn't listen to me but I think it's finally sinking in now.
2
A bloke down the pub was a dedicated Flat-Earther.
Eventually I was able to talk him round.
3
The sun is making people squint. They look like Columbo right before he says "Just one more thing..." From this the lines on our faces are formed alongside our laughter lines and worry lines. The face makes no distinction between them. Dunno whether to laugh, cry or sunbathe.
Saturday looks around at the low clouds and finds little to smile about. The wind is suffering from ennui. It can barely tickle the leaves on the trees. A tiny bird perches on the wire of a telegraph pole, a single note awaiting accompaniment. As are we all as we start our day.
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