| Spring's sprung |
[Feb. 21st, 2003|03:37 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
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| [ | Reading |
| | Gone for Good, Harlan Coben. | ] |
There's a real feel of Spring in the air at last today.
The air smelled cleaner as I walked out to get some lunch and explore a few nearby streets that I haven't been in before. Must be five days with fewer car fumes thanks to half term / congestion charging. The exception was down Worship Street where frankly it smelled of piss.
But there's no denying it's a fair bit warmer: people were sitting on the benches by the bowling green in Finsbury Square to have their lunch and although they wore warm coats they had them undone, and they carried their scarves in their hands as they walked back to their offices afterwards.
When I left the flat this morning I saw bulbs breaking through the grass by the pavement and near work the spring bedding is blooming, a sea of purple and yellow flowers. The contrast couldn't be more stark with the brown, dead heads of the bouquets taped to a lamp-post when Mary Hansen died* and which still remain, whithered and forlorn and now almost unnoticed by passers-by.
* See journal entries on December 9th, 11th, 12th, and 13th 2002 for more. |
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From: (Anonymous)
2003-02-21 08:45 am (UTC)
I thought exact;ly the same... | (Link)
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... thing about spring when I walked out of the flat this morning. Incidentally, if you want to look at bulbs, all you have to do is look out of the window...
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