Saturday morning, a bird tweets a whistling tune across the silent street In this empty city missing it's people that usually stream in from the suburbs down the line and pulsate along platforms and down steps - and populate along the riverbank where the muddy sediment rises, stirs and surges towards the football ground, on this September day, with a beating heart, of course and a flourishing banter amongst the tides of angst, fervour, hope... Colour and song - it should have awashed the fevered crowd. Saturday morning a bird tweets a whistling echo across the silent street in my city missing its people, today.
Really well captured, Kate.
Yep ,that says it all . Thanks Kate
Thank you
Lovely stuff Kate.
HB.