That other country s creeping back.
For a second I felt it today; that intimation of unfocussed paths that curve through afternoons, slow honey-creep till drawn out nightfall.
But only for a second.
Deep summer starts now, and despite the less-than-warm season, it feels like the tangled up days of August are here. Mornings and nights locked in a jungle, and the horizon shimmers.
Passers by have those crazed eyes of holidaymakers.
