From A Window

A large crow – dark, silhouette 07.40 – hovering around the tops of a thinning oak – the rain driving east, low cloud shrouding Skiddaw’s crown; it almost disappears, just the low spike of Dodd visibly pale, and when it does finally all go it becomes a different place, as if the fells there never existed (reminds me of Table Mountain, SA) – there is a swatch of weak blue behind the shifting clouds, edgy, non-committal like a poor brother; when the rain comes it’s hard and sudden on the flat roof above, pummelling throughout – there are concerns the river may flood once again; she’s already moving swifter than ever, fulsome at the banks, her waters turning redder with the upland silt –

Keswick, Cumbria 17/11/06