Monday, December 03, 2007

tails, uniform, traffic

Two men at the counter of the cafe have items protruding form the back pocket of their jeans. One sports a blue cloth that looks a bit like a tail, the other has a folded sheet of paper that could be an instruction sheet.

In the Grove, a bounding dalmation barks at young community police woman. "It's the uniform", she says and removes her hat to reveal some pretty blond hair. Impressed, the dog decides to be friendly and wags its tail as she strokes its head.

In Calverley Park, I hear a car where there should be no cars. It is a brisk gust of wind raking the branches of a couple of tall larch trees planted close together near where I am walking.

1 comment:

Lucas said...

Your experience in Calverley Park reminds me of the Chinese poem about an invading army who fled at the sound of a thousand soldiers bearing down on them.
There were no soldiers - only the leaves being blown along by the wind.