Just awake and shortly to get out of bed, I hear a great clap of thunder. That's all. There is no storm before or after, just a shower of rain.
Do I imagine it or is there a green haze over the trees on the common seen from the slopes of Mount Sion? It could be the earliest buds on the trees, or the reflection of the sun shining on the verdigris, which covers the branches.
My shadow moves ahead of me as I walk up the High Street. Where is it taking me?
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