Journal Notes: 21 June 2000.
11.15
We don't all live in the kingdom of giants like ants in tall grass on hot summer days.
No.
Some of us live in flowers above glistening streams and are happy to fly free.
11.25
And then the shutters close down and the colours disperse. Grey creeps in and encloses the imagination.
Dandelion confetti fills the air as thoughts drift backwards and forwards.
Lying by the quarry pool, the limestone water and the taste of cheap bitter.
The sound of seagulls and the smell of vinegary chips.
Beer on wooden floors.
3.30
Walking alongside a busy road, smelling new cut grass and clearing the mind.
Greys and greens and bits of paper thrown out of car windows litter the bushes. Hidden down secret lanes expensive cars and looked after gardens and trees.
The area is a pallet of colours and extremes. Edges are ill defined, blessed with both innocence and rage.
The scrubby shopping centre nestles close by. Cigarette stubs and chewing gum, swearing and teenage mothers, cheap food and closed toilets.
Illustrations not included.
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