A winter's day



Swirling leaves on a winter wind, like cats chasing tails

Melancholic green park benches looking on as a solitary soul walks on.


Comments

Lana Banana said…
jesus, sion! have you been getting "deep" in my absence?
Sion Barry said…
Hello there Lana Banana,

It's the life clock ticking away I guess and being left handed too.

If there was still national service in the UK a sergeant major would be shouting in my ear: "Get moving you stupid little Welsh girl's blouse!"

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