March light, blackbird and excitement

The Grove at the beginning of March.

After four days of continuous rain or drizzle the weather clears. In Calverley Ground a blackbird sings. On a bench an old man rolls a cigarette and slowly smokes it.

An old person is anyone five years older than you; a middle aged person anyone five years younger and still trying. The young are in one another's arms. I meet an old couple who are neighbours. They are crossing the road outside the convenience store. A big delivery vehicle is pulling out while other traffic waits. "It's all  so exciting isn't it," says Anne.