Wait until next year

Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today

Category: esoterica

A walk to the station #14

The first walk to the station after the clocks went back. The switch to GMT is a sleight of hand, it tricks me into thinking the winter is still a way off, that the nights aren’t yet drawing in. Everything is much brighter and clearer at this time than it was last week. The morning has the feel of late summer, or at least early autumn, but it won’t be long until it feels like I’m leaving home at night again though. Read the rest of this entry »

A walk to the station #13

It is still dark outside and we, the commuters trudging towards our daily destiny are lit only by the eerie glow of the streetlights, each light leading us closer to the monotony of our work, lamp by lamp, step by step, and it is so easy to write terrible clichéd stuff about place, isn’t it? Read the rest of this entry »

A walk to the station #12

You didn’t think I’d given up on this, did you? Read the rest of this entry »

A walk to the station #11

This morning I pass a house with a large sheet hung outside the upstairs window. Painted on the sheet in red paint is the legend HAPPY *40TH* BOB. Read the rest of this entry »

A walk to the station #10

I see a milk float this morning. This is the first time in a long time I’ve seen a milk float. An actual milk float, pulling up by the side of the road, and an actual milkman delivering milk.  Read the rest of this entry »

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