Reblogged from besonian:
At about eleven o’clock the other morning, I was coming back through the park from the shops. It was a morning like many we’ve had in London recently – quite cold, about 7C, slightly misty, and although not actually raining, the atmosphere was damp enough to make the metalled path wet.
There was no other person in sight. The children’s playground was silent and deserted. There was no wind to move the bare branches of the trees. The only birds I was aware of were a robin singing his poignant little song somewhere in a tree or hedge close by, and one of the park’s resident band of crows stalking imperiously through the damp grass.
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Sue – thank you for the reblog. I’m really pleased. That moment in the park was so unexpected, so brief and yet so powerful I’m delighted it’ll get a much bigger airing than simply on my own blog.
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My plesure, Jeff. These apparently small moments can change the way we see the world.
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That was really good! Very deep and thought-provoking! I’m glad you shared it!
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Thank you, Jeff always has something worth reading to say.
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