How is it, I am most eager to travel to work on damp, grey days?
No birds can be heard over the continuous noise of increasing traffic, travelling along the main road today.
The weather presents a bewitching dimension to my morning, playing tricks with my eyes. The trees that I saw as green against a blue sky yesterday, appear almost black on this damp day. Established paint companies would have a field day naming the colour sky before me; white-grey, smoked cloud, ghost-white etc. whatever, it's gloomy alright!
As I look across the street, a colourful Indian Chief statue stands so prominently, opposite the bus stop. He stays at his post every day for the entire year, the year after that, and so on. The numerous stories he must absorb from his look-out, that could be so intriguing to tap into.
The Chief draws attention to the nearby, innovative garden centre as he stands in excess of 6-feet tall. He neither reacts or responds to anything said or done... Just imagine where the Chief's observations could take all you writers' out there!
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