online: 22 november 2015
modified: 22 november 2015
22 november 2015 ten days or so
...since the handheld was lost on the heath ...or on a bus
...and even longer since i last wrote in this diary... and so today i am
writing with pen on paper
...sitting beneath soft grey continuous cloud near to the Great Wall... two
birds fly by... i think the first is some kind of miniature hawk... the second
is perhaps another
...the air is cold probably 6 degrees centigrade but so still as not to
seem cold but perhaps its already winter (after an exceptionally warm
autumn)
...a man and a women go by with three black dogs and two white... for days ive
been awaiting the installation of a new boiler for central heating
...sitting here (without electronic notepad and with worsening vision) is
not as pleasant as previous walks and writings out of doors... so i attempt
recovery... intending the writing of this to be the being (or
making active) of this moment
...the moment lasted hours (until midnight) as i walked back through
sticky mud and two short bus journeys... cleaning muddy shoes... cooking leek soup
and eating it... and resting as listen to BBC world service radio... before
writing this additional paragraph... now perhaps complete
homepage
© 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008,
2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015 john chris jones
You may transmit this text to anyone for any
non-commercial purpose if you include the copyright line and this notice
and if you respect the copyright of quotations.
If you wish to reproduce any of this text
commercially please send a copyright permission request to jcj at
publicwriting.net