seaside, labels, mist

Beside the seaside.

Out of a  restaurant  a crowd of  people pour forth, like foam from a bottle of sparkling wine. Each of them is labelled with  a name tag so that,  though strangers, having stared at each other's chests,  each can address another by name. The scene evokes distant memories of my time as a journalist on the fringes of business when it fell to me from time to time to time to attend conferences and meetings. When I think back, anonymity still remains a luxury.

 Glimpsed from the train, drifts of bluebells float above woodland floors like a layer of blue mist.