Sunday, July 05, 2009

grass, quiet, expression

Posted by Picasa Where they have left a section of the Grove unmowed, the fronds of a patch of meadow grass stand out like a crowd of feathers.

When I take a few minutes off from watching the Wimbledon men's final, the road outside is almost deserted. Only a pair of pigeons walk across the road and peck at imaginary insects on the pavement.

A woman walks down Mount Pleasant, earphones over her head, and a distant expression in her eyes as though she is in touch with another universe.

1 comment:

Eyebee said...

Music can, and often does, send me to another universe. I can identify with that woman in Mount Pleasant, even though I seldom walk around with headphones on these days.