L3 (Day 47): In the clouds

Above the city

in sleepy-headed Spring morn’

birdsong, air force jets

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n.b. You would have thought the North Sea was room enough to play in. Why don’t you fly off out there and look for Russian naval ships?

And now the car park curator with the leaf blower. Merde! I can barely hear the jets I was moaning about. What is wrong with using a yard brush with its regular, human rhythm, the sound of birch twigs sweeping a granular surface, jointly calming and healthy exercise?

n.n.b. I miscounted the days. This is Day 47. Thanks for your understanding y’all x

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CLP 22/02/2021

L3 (Day 44): Early Morning

Woken by the first alarm calls at territorial intrusions, alerts and disputes of airspace and protection of nests at 04:45h.

Then disturbed again at 05:17h by shouting from a distant street. A man’s raised voice echoes through the break of day. Again from closer at 05:32, yet still a way from here. Is he heard by others? What ails him? It sounds like anger.

Is he wandering the city alone? Is someone else at risk? How did this start? How will it end, as it must?

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CLP 19/02/2021