I saw the drops on the pavement as I walked home. They were like spit spots of red, some had dried to a dark brown while others were still vermillion. I pointed them out to him as we walked in to the coffee shop later yesterday morning. Do you think someone had been stabbed? Or was it a nose-bleed?
The conkers are falling off the tree on North Road. They lie on the ground in their lime-green, hairy spiky cases in clusters like severed testes.
The wind was wild when I woke this morning. One of the bikes chained to the railing outside C block had blown over and the trees rattled and shook. It had died down a little when I walked. It makes me feel such bleakness. And yet it is nothing to what they are experiencing in Florida with Hurricane Ian. Oh, bless them – such devastation.
