on August

holiday season
city market half boarded
rustle of lime leaves

~

n.b. There is something special about being one of the few citizens who spend the summer months at home, while so many head off on holiday. It’s quiet, like a Sunday morning, every day and the sounds of goldfinches chattering away, or the wind breathing through the trees are delightful. The whining herring gull adolescents, imploring their parents for food hold less charm, yet they remain preferable to the drone of traffic congestion, or the shouts of drunks heading home late at night.

CLP 19/08/2024