tooth and claw

A lurcher and a little black terrier, assisted by Minnie, catch a squirrel. I've never heard a squirrel squeal before. The owner puts it out of it's misery and takes it home in a plastic bag for his ferrets.

phantom sledger

The sledge moved down the hill and into the hedge in the night..........

only september

Diffusion of damp in the air. There's a sledge in the grass, dreaming of snow.

graphic

Last night we find a zen scribble of bog paper.

in the story

Ten in the morning. The walk on parts today played by young women, buggies, babies and their dogs. One reflects my own drama back to me when she tells how, once upon a time, she saw an ambulance drive up the tilting hill.....

turning

Bright morning, other-worldly wind. The park is turning, tipping ever so slightly toward autumn. The dayglo lime green of spring has become olive drab and already there is a sprinkling of torn off twigs, acorns, leaves on the ground. At the joint of the horizon, clouds furl and roll like smoke.