Monday, November 21, 2005

Sun, leaves, trails

Between some houses the sun sets like the tip of a red lollypop.

In the Grove, everything is still in the late afternoon sun. The dead leaves lie still on the ground and hang motionless from the trees, as though they are waiting for the wind.

Two planes crossing the evening sky, too high to be visible, draw parallel lines with their vapour trails.

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