Windy for a While

It was windy for a while but it seems to have calmed down now. Walking back from work, watching the trees in the churchyard by Tesco's, wild and ripping and not-still. Grey skies behind. Rain and not rain. That churchyard always reminds me of ghost stories and summer days like this, disquieted and fascinating.
Autumn hanging in the air. Autumn - all seasons - are side effects of space as much as time. Autumns in the petrol station. Stranoge angles of wet-rain afternoons, damp light and the shadows of the Old Shoreham Road softening the shelves and the tins of food no-one bought; Green Giant Sweetcorn, some kind of treacle pudding, possible some kind of strawberry flavour, peas, new potatoes. Overpriced baked beans.
Em lies on the sofa behind me, I hear Andy in his room. Indistinct music trickling through those sharp curves of the landing. Some documentary on the television about policemen in Swansea. Burglars, street lamps, suspects afraid of their mothers, being arrested on zebra crossings.