Sunday, 19 June 2016

Waiting

I seldom get irritated about waiting when I am not in a hurry. Unexpected, the small parcels of time are happy gifts and opportunities to think. I can scribble, read, listen to the radio, do some people watching or just let my mind be fallow for a few minutes.  

The perimeter of the car park changes with the seasons; at the moment, with all the rain, the colour is predominantly green and the growth is prolific. I was waiting for someone and spotted this sparrow fledgling. I caught him bouncing up and down on a briar.

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