squirmelia | Entries tagged with running

I ran to the abandoned swings, underneath the moon. In the playing field were a few crows and the blue sky was becoming mottled with clouds. I continued to the river, the River Ravensbourne, and stood on the bridge and peered into the river. The river was shallow and dark in the distance underneath the trees.

I ran back to the pebbly hill and it was then that I saw a young fox on the adjoining road.

I run past the Canada geese and across the bridge at sunrise and stare at the gentle pinkness of the sky over the river. I pass the palace and reach the Green, white with frost and seagulls, and it is then that I notice how cold my ears are.