Olympic flags flapping in cool breeze on Esplanade.
Birds about, as bin-men clear garbage - Friday morning.
Two bananas and bottle of mineral water in bag, together with Gary Snyder book, to browse if needs be, on the bus.
It is grey - not the colour of an Indian Summer - but beautiful like Korean Zen monks i've seen, with soft-grey-slippered- feet - young; shaven-headed; androgynous.
The passenger ahead of me in queue, ruefully remarks that, it looks like it'll rain. I hope so, i laugh. i love the rain. i love summer rain. And he is happy to agree, it seems, as we board the bus.
Just a sprinkling of passengers.
I'm pleased the young, japanese tourist gets the seat at front- upstairs, for a panoramic view.
I get my favourite spot, behind the top of the stairs - lots of space around me.
The clouds and sky seem lighter...higher. Will the morning break into blue ?...as we leave...Weymouth...
BAH ! Should have brought poetry not Essays - ("Back on the Fire"). But i flick thru to some haiku Mr. Snyder has quoted and they set me aglow.
PARAPHRASING SOME HAIKU
QUOTED BY GARY SNYDER
ON A BUS TO BRIDPORT
GREEN FIELDS WITH PYLONS
IN THE MIST.
DESPITE RAIN AND MIDGE SPATTER
CAMERAS AT THE READY
JAPANESE GIRL AND I.
BUSES ARE USEFUL
TO ALL COMPASS POINTS.
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P.S. Had a terrific day at Chapel-in-the-Garden - the whole point of the outing. Happy to be squeezed into place there....