You can never tell what's going to happen, brothers & sisters. What did happen is that on my second trip to the park I left the Bard Gaff w/out my keys. Now I'm sitting in the churchyard in the middle of town wondering if Michelle will see the text I sent her so I can take the short hike down the road to her job, pick up her keys & let myself in. I cd. be hanging around for hours! At least it's 17 degrees today. (Actually if I don't hear from her I'll just go to a pub. It wd. be qt. a nice way to spend my afternoon.)
The churchyard looks really beat right now. The grass hasn't been cut for a long time & the dandelions are standing tall & many in it. There are bits of deadfall under trees too - stuff broken off in the heavy winds we had a few nights ago. They never maintain this one too enthusiastically, but if they kept it like this it wd. be wonderful. W/ the venerable age of the graves, the few graves, spread out randomly in the four great triangles of grass crossed by a cracked, blistered concrete footpath, the place looks like it was abandoned 50 years ago. & what treasures abandoned places hold.
A crow flying overhead w/ an almost lazy downward sweep of its wings.
The continual chirping & chirring of summer birds.
White butterflies floating over graves.
A cloud of midges blown across the tall heads of the overgrown grass.
Kids w/ short hair, polo shirts, unzipped hoodies & trackie bottoms, exchanging fags beside a bench in the furtive shadow of the church.