Found

Bright day, but not like summer. The edges of the clouds are too shop, and the sky that shade of blue most commonly seen in dreams. I walk down London Road, and can't remember what I'm listening to, and everywhere is busy. People sitting on the pavements outside of cafes, on benches outside of pubs, but in the shadows, that chill that feels like home. Through the gaps between the buildings, the startling nearness of the Sussex ountryside. Flat sloping fields, shadowy clusters of trees, a coppice country under that unreal blue sky. Unconscionably I look for the moon, expect to see it, waxing and pregnant, floating over October fields. The lost landscapes are close today, just a few street corners away, a few room from this one I am in now... no, not now. Night has fallen, and the city has resumed the mundane gloom that only Sunday night can bring.