Sunday, 25 September 2016

AN AUTUMN OWL

It's nice today so I've summoned up enough energy to go to the park.

The light is different in Autumn. The sky is still summery blue, and the sun is bright. But it's in a different place in the sky these days, and the shadows are long and strange across the gold coloured grass. In fact, everything has that golden feel about it, which I really love.

There's a chilly sort of breeze, turning the leaves inside out and fluttering them into applause. It is cold on the back of my neck for a while, then the wind dies down and the sun is warm again.

I think I'm going to have to shake myself out of whatever this malaise is. I'm gradually becoming nocturnal. It's okay for owls, security guards and students, but I don't really have an aspiration to be any of those things - except maybe an owl.

I was a student once, of course. In the middle of one night this week, I looked up my old student house on Google Maps. It's much the same, though they've changed the front door, and Mondeo Man two doors down has upgraded.

Exercise, a good breakfast, plenty of water. And maybe a baseball bat next to the bed to really get me out for the count. I think though, probably, the real art of it will be learning how to stop thinking about everything.

The air's gone a bit cooler now and there are lots of dogs sniffing around. I think I will go wandering down the hill. I've just about got the energy for it.




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