Day 654: The Underside of Birds

Flyover day: a cormorant, geese, two mandarin ducks, another-flavoured duck I didn't know. They all came in to land above my head, or just nearby. Such grace until the water hits, and then only a tiny splutter. I did see a duck do a full on face plant in the water, though. It was chasing another duck and all of a sudden, it was properly under. Not a graceful 'I'll just get that fish' kind of dive. More a 'Fuck! I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen' one. I laughed at it. Twat! Duck! Fool!

Oakford Road, just behind Fortess in Tufnell Park. I took it to avoid the lights and was rewarded with vibrant blossoms, richly pink, on little trees. As much colour as a huge pink blossomy tree, but concentrated into a much smaller colour-holding space. Beautiful. I could have ridden up and down, staring. 

Tiu de Haan again. Thanks for you, Tiu. You're ace. I spent a lot of time in parks today. Waterlow, most of it. A modest park, but deeply beautiful. Big, brazen magnolia flowers taking up space and drinking in the light, aging without grace to speak of, petals peeling off and falling heavy on the ground. A blossom shower from a more delicate tree. Petals like great big snowflakes or confetti. I married the wind today, and we were blessed. 

Kath Jones - power vegetable

And Kath, you made me guffaw again, just by being brilliant. I stood, hacking laughs into my phone, holding above my head an imaginary squash (butternut). In Bristol, on the bus, two make-believe courgettes were grasped in fists. Kath and I will beat the white stuff over the next five weeks. We'll leave it behind and see what becomes of us. Sugarless concentration, I welcome you. Eating for nutrition, not for hits, come in! Kath, let's do this shit!

It's time, it's time. Blogging is such a joy. Why not more? Well, let's see, let's see. Thanks for such a blessed life. I am aware how lucky I am.