By the time we reached Stanmer Park, there was nothing to breathe, and that star in that dead-blue sky was carnivorous again.
Sun-dappled afternoon. Time-dappled sky.
Walking through the woods. No breath of movement, and that wolf up there fading in and out, in and out. Someone kept turning the brightness down, then up. There is central heating in the day, inside this four decade old body.
We fell asleep on the edge of the wood, on the edge of a field.
I remember dreaming. I don't know what about, and when I woke, the day had cooled, and the afternoon was darker, a shadow slipped over those paths we took through the woods.
