Nowadays I want ice lollies. Coming and going. It still isnt particularly hot but all the signs of summer are visible little by little. Again in the sun’s favour it has to be said that I haven’t stepped out all that much. Rest of the time I have myriad thoughts and one remarkable such was a dream I had of the North Pole. I traveled thither in a train that split the unmarked wilderness to the both sides of me with the grey track on either side of which were lush green conifers. Deep brown wood. On this journey I will have all the love that would be all I need. In the sparse strangeness of a new house, there is no suffocation of known spaces and things. Im living between the shadow and the silence. It was always night in the Arctic Circle. A snow clad darkness and an enthralling peace. The only time I have felt the heat has been during the power cuts. Someone pulls away the curtain in the morning and I wake up sunburnt. That happens in the mornings.
People have gone behind and forward in time, heroes have been photographed without armour and the world is a little more restive and belligerent, but I am still going for football. Erratically like the maverick rain of the past evenings, grace is a name of the lord. Furious, noisy rain that tore open banners and flyers and showed what nature can wreak on soaps (serial type), insurance, and beauty. From my balcony I could see. After the rain had stopped when the breeze was stronger yet. In the night I met the tigress and she saw me keep my coat and knew I was going to forget it.