There is magic in the world. We are surrounded by it.
Stepped outside at 7am to walk down to the sea, and to get some fresh air after being cooped up all week.
Down an unprepossessing sidestreet near the seafront, I glanced down a passageway and found an an owl, painted by an anonymous street artist. Owls are so full of symbolism that it seemed quite a magical find for me. Very nicely done too. Photo below.
It makes me think of another magical place in Hammersmith. There's a small gloomy passage through a small shabby 60-70s office building on the river. To get to it, you pass big steel garbage bins and a couple of people smoking. On one side of the passage is dirty glass where you can see (through the grime) a well-kept fishpond, with bright goldfish. The contrast is so strong it is like glimpsing another world.
Home after walking for a couple of hours. I had a day of recovery, talking to MJ, watching football on TV and working on poems, defrosting fridge, etc. Oh, and sleeping.
Anna out with Girlies tonight. So in the evening I went up the road up to pore over maps with Anton, and eat huge amounts of his brilliant home made pizza. And delicious home-made chocolate ice cream made with organic chocolate, which he "outsourced" to Anna to make.
Stepped outside at 7am to walk down to the sea, and to get some fresh air after being cooped up all week.
Down an unprepossessing sidestreet near the seafront, I glanced down a passageway and found an an owl, painted by an anonymous street artist. Owls are so full of symbolism that it seemed quite a magical find for me. Very nicely done too. Photo below.
It makes me think of another magical place in Hammersmith. There's a small gloomy passage through a small shabby 60-70s office building on the river. To get to it, you pass big steel garbage bins and a couple of people smoking. On one side of the passage is dirty glass where you can see (through the grime) a well-kept fishpond, with bright goldfish. The contrast is so strong it is like glimpsing another world.
Home after walking for a couple of hours. I had a day of recovery, talking to MJ, watching football on TV and working on poems, defrosting fridge, etc. Oh, and sleeping.
Anna out with Girlies tonight. So in the evening I went up the road up to pore over maps with Anton, and eat huge amounts of his brilliant home made pizza. And delicious home-made chocolate ice cream made with organic chocolate, which he "outsourced" to Anna to make.
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