Hello gentle readers,
Earlier in the week I had the pleasure of eating my lunch under pale blue sky in a local park. I sat quietly on a bench enjoying the view. My telephone was set to silent and I had nothing to rush back to the office for. Just me, a tasty sandwich, the distant rush of traffic and the soft whisper of a breeze. I could hear birdsong as I’d switched off my MP3 player. It was one of those cherished moments of calm that, if you’re lucky, find you.
What made it all the more enjoyable is that I hadn’t gone looking for it. I could have quite easily walked back to work, caught the bus or gone window shopping. Instead, I found my feet taking me along a route I’d never taken, a spur of the moment thing if you like. I sat with my thoughts just enjoying the greenry of the place, the rise of Spring out from Winter. The blue sky reminded me of childhood memories. The ones where the weather is idealised from memory: perfect summer sky, snow or lashing with rain.
My lunch finished, I dusted the crumbs from my suit and looked out over the park. A few people passed by, each one in their own thoughts. As I stood, I wondered how much of ‘now’ my son will remember. With the thought of my kids in my head, I dropped my litter in the bin (Ed: so middle class!) and set off back to the office.
Lyric: The Orb’s Little Fluffy Clouds.