Another month. Fourth quarter of the year. Solstice not so long ago. Sun very red on the horizon, very big, seeming to rise slowly. Surprised myself, sitting in the window watching the leaves, by not noticing it until it was fully formed on the horizon. The leaves, flickering like the opposite of light on water, against a clear sky in a steady wind. The light having that steel-grey quality of imminent snow, although it's nowhere near that cold and likely to be another warm sunny day.
Thinking about that conversation overheard the other day. Underlying assumption that we're all on the left now, and if only the country would see sense, Mr Corbyn would take over and bring us to a steady state in which all our problems had been solved. I don't know why I find politics so interesting at the moment. A study in human nature? The oddly symbiotic relationship between politicians and their interviewers, each trained to deal with the other?
As for the real world, that's somewhere else entirely.
Thinking about that conversation overheard the other day. Underlying assumption that we're all on the left now, and if only the country would see sense, Mr Corbyn would take over and bring us to a steady state in which all our problems had been solved. I don't know why I find politics so interesting at the moment. A study in human nature? The oddly symbiotic relationship between politicians and their interviewers, each trained to deal with the other?
As for the real world, that's somewhere else entirely.