Edited by Neil Anderson, Monday, 28 Apr 2014, 20:20
It was a tasty eight o'clock as I walked along the canal; grey low-cloud with the promise of a piss-down later for sure, but the day already had attitude.
The birds were at their business, people were buzzing into work with a, 'will do' attitude. Heeling and toeing as if they were off to Mairi's wedding rather than the rather less happy business of wage-slavery. Bikers were ruthlessly running over the peons and everyone but me was talking to someone, either on their phone or in their mind. I was watching the ducks.
I was watching the ducks when I realized that everyone else was watching them too.
We all believe that there can be nobody else who feels the world like we do. Not so true.
We're all walking wishing that we were on our own. The canal is only another motorway, fun in the car-starved night, gridlock in the light.
A few hours later I walked back, it was the canal I wanted again; charming people with kids and dogs who the ducks clearly loved.
i walked to work today...
It was a tasty eight o'clock as I walked along the canal; grey low-cloud with the promise of a piss-down later for sure, but the day already had attitude.
The birds were at their business, people were buzzing into work with a, 'will do' attitude. Heeling and toeing as if they were off to Mairi's wedding rather than the rather less happy business of wage-slavery. Bikers were ruthlessly running over the peons and everyone but me was talking to someone, either on their phone or in their mind. I was watching the ducks.
I was watching the ducks when I realized that everyone else was watching them too.
We all believe that there can be nobody else who feels the world like we do. Not so true.
We're all walking wishing that we were on our own. The canal is only another motorway, fun in the car-starved night, gridlock in the light.
A few hours later I walked back, it was the canal I wanted again; charming people with kids and dogs who the ducks clearly loved.