07 November 2008
do leave off
What freakin' dreekin' weather we have been having this week. The flower stalls outside the District Line stations have been the only bright spots in the dark, drizzly evenings. Then, this morning, a sudden fall of leaves overnight and a hint of sunshine lighting up the wet pavements on the walk to the station. Droves of young girls on their way to school tripping along chatting, the leaves sticky with dampness and making patterns against the grey slabs. A solitary man's shoe on the path. A Poem on the Underground. My favourite Russets for sale at the fruit stall.
By the time I got to work the gloom of the last few days had lifted. Lunch of leftover sausage and lentil stew and a walk through Piccadilly (Bates window was full of felt hats after all!), people purposefully going about their business. Later, a glass of red wine to celebrate Friday, drunk at our desks.
On the way home, lamplight shining through the leaves like a Samuel Palmer moon.
I promise - no more autumn leaves.