My stroll

[Ironsided]

Went for a stroll Friday evening from Kingswear to Brixham in south Devon...

Good land to stroll. Where else can you see the Sydney Opera House + The Hanging Gardens of Babylon + Herds of wildebeest sweeping majestically...?



Anyways.

Took a stroll yesterday. Underneath the linden trees by the water. Warm. Sunny - through clouds stretched too thin. My nasal breath was dust and traffic. It was noisy. A tinnitus of life and city. I passed an old familiar. She had a clean McDonald paper cup today. Same old blanket to save the knees. I ignored her. The water was ripple by a wind you couldn’t feel. I crossed a bridge decorated with boxes of red and white geranium. A family of four enjoyed their stroll. The daughter had a multi-coloured batik-like t-shirt with a big pink heart. Her brother a star. They were fighting and laughing. They found a dead magpie in the street and poked it. She put a stick where the eye used to be and whirled it through the air like a Frisbee and into the water. Sploosh. The parents looked my way, embarrassed. I did a double thumbs up. Like a weirdo.

 

[Silurian]

People have been strolling around here for over 40000 years.


It is easy to ignore the old familiar.
Noisy and to the otherside.
Quiet and ignore.
The poor give the most.