Thursday, January 15, 2009

Fan light, shaken and looking for me.

1. I lean out into the dark and cold to pick up the milk bottle from the doorstep. The only warmth in the world is next door's fan light.

2. Standing on the bridge when a goods train goes by. The path shakes.

3. Eerie fields, mist settled in hollows. I look straight up and blue sky sky peers back, trying to see where I am.

Start of the heat, finishing early and lights out.

1. It's not too long after 8am and I can already feel the heat in the air as I begin my walk on the common. My body responds to the warm...