I had a stroll out tonight to vote, in a slightly hazy dusk.
There's nothing interesting to vote for here, no mayor, councillors or assemblies. Just the PCC, but even after struggling to locate my polling card amid a sea of junk mail - I failed - I felt it was my duty to exercise a right an awful lot of people don't have.
Besides, I take a great deal of pleasure in NOT voting for one particular party. After I'd scrawled my cross on the paper, using those great thick pencils you only find in polling booths, I trotted back to the little gardens not far from home with a great deal of satisfaction.
It was obviously a slow night, voting wise; the two attendants nearly fainted when I walked in.
Great trees have spouted blossom on the park. In the low light, they looked ghostly. Swifts flew above, getting lower, screaming more and more.
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