...the wind has dropped (as it is supposed to do at dusk) and the trees are silhouetted against an orange and yellow sunset... a man in a high-visibility yellow coat walks by... i look round... and see nothing else moving... it's time to go to my second random point (which today is in West Heath)...
17:04 i'm now at the end of West Heath sitting on a seat in memory of someone who was born in Leipzig in 1912 and died in 2005 (that's 93 years)...
...if i look up i see a nearly full moon through the trees... the sun is still shining softly on the trunks and branches... i've passed several fallen trees (mostly snapped off at the root)...
...her name (the lady born in Leipzig) is Hilde Reiss Gardener - she was 2 years old when that civilisation ended and the first world war began...
...there is noisy traffic behind me and the sound of a bird that i do not recognise singing in the trees above...
...i'm still thinking of that civilisation, now gone... and of our own, a hundred years later... i imagine we're at the beginning of something very different...
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