Sound of Wolves and the Ten'o'clock News

Watching the angles of sun on the sea, diagonal autumn planes. Looks more like a field by a river than the English channel. Watch the street lamp sway in the breeze. A grey drama without excitement. I wait for the lamp to fall but it never does. A piece fell off a building in Queen Street last night though. Closed the road. Hurricane echo. We all remember an autumn back in 1987. Dark now. I watch the blank frames of the night in the window frame. Listen to that wind. The sound of wolves and the ten'o'clock news.