Skyberries and Voidmelons or Voidberries and Skymelons

During the past few days, I have been driving around the Kent countryside, searching for corners. There seemed to be surprisingly few and I even looked on a map for corners, but then realised just how few roads there actually are, compared to in Southampton, and most of the time I ended driving down overgrown country lanes.

Yesterday, I swerved onto a grass verge, but am now allowed to drive through Weird Wood and Starfield alone.

Look in the mirror at the Great Feather of Woolston glinting in the distance;
Drive fast enough to feel the wind in your hair, strands swirling out the open window;
Turn left at the silver garage doors that are shimmering in the heat with crazy miraged motion;
Stop at the red traffic light and watch the seeds dancing, the fairies fluttering;
Drive over the shadows of trees;
Reverse around the corner where all the petals have fallen;
Pull down the shade, as the sun, the sun is glowing, perhaps a little too brightly.