Sunday 26th October - 'time waits for no man'

Except perhaps today, when the clocks go back and we have an hour to catch up...

I've read a couple of amusing blogpost, here (cyber-coenobites) and here (jabblog, hope you don't mind ...)

Both posts are along the same kind of musings I was indulging in... what happens during that hour? If, like me, you enjoy fantasy fiction especially stories involving parallel worlds, then this non-hour is full of potential. (I love the 'Rivers of London' series by Ben Aaronovitch)

None of the above is what I had in mind to post today!

This morning, when I did get up, I stood by the bedroom window and looked out to see a clear pale sky, and a completely still, calm day. Nothing appeared to be moving. 

As I waited there I began to notice the birds; gulls, from the sea or more likely from the landfill site a few miles away, and small groups of fluttering starlings flying apparently aimlessly hither and thither. A pigeon waddling around in the middle of the road. A few puffs of smoke from a fire or central heating boiler. A thin white streak way up high from a plane travelling west... 

In spite of all this activity it was still very peaceful, quiet, calm out there. A scene to store along with the others in my mental photo album;

from the Poetry by Heart website;

by Roger Robinson. I first encountered it in 'More Poems on the Underground, and rediscovered it today - in one of my Commonplace Books!