No nature hunting, as I'm now in the time of winter when it is dark both as I leave for work, and when I get home.
But I do get to see other things, walking along, sticking my curious head into various nooks, crannies, allies and follies.
Like this ping pong table, a reinforced structure that sits sadly unused outside a bar I frequent, where by some miracle it hasn't been turned into a giant ashtray. It never gets ping-ponged upon, even in summer. But in winter, with a thin rime of damp and frost upon it, it became an irresistible magnet for crap philosophy, for writing things upon it that look really good when you instagram them.
My magic finger wrote, I felt smugly artistic.
For a very short time inded.
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