Well, here we all are again, lockdown starting to open up over on this side of the World and we, in Britain, are a laughing stock, no plan , for this and Brexit, thank god Rochelle is holding the universe together. Thanks to Na’ama Yehuda for providing the photo, i’m thinking this could be in New York, so we’ll se what comes up this time.
On My Marks…
Central Park in Autumn was beddable, the leaves corroding, nature’s underwear tumbling towards the floor, where the circle of death reaps their life energy; ebbing away.
Shadows were somehow darker, erotic even, amongst the slowly disrobing trees, yet walkers and joggers still felt the warmth of the post coitus summer sun on their backs, all but spent, ready to sleep through most of the winter.
An isolated soul sat against a tree, reading in the fading light of this Plague Silenced Borough.
He reached into his jacket pocket, pricking his finger against the well honed Japanese kitchen blade.
There we are, 100 words to reflect my miserable mood this evening, tomorrow will be a better day. Enjoy.