Sunday, January 22, 2012

small stone No.22, Jan 2012

I’m driving home at four pm, it’s still January, the air is light and warm, birdsong, yes, that’s definitely birdsong and then a fox crosses the road, his coat glows like terracotta tiles touched by a setting sun, he moves not quickly, not slowly, as if, perhaps, testing himself.

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