Out to the business park through eight miles of drizzle in the morning. Cool air, glistening grass. Unadulterated leaf-dripping beauty.
Eye labour at the LCD screen all day long.
Sunshine on the way home and an incidental wind. Wind that is robust but of no import. There’s no typhoon coming. It’s just air barging around. There are poplars and willows and other trees along the riverbank. Their leaves — lighter green on the underside — are a shimmering multitude of sunlit dashes.
One hand on
the jamb, Didi negotiates