Arrivals and Departures..

Waves and Particles streaming about in harmony: paleness of autumn light, and how it filters through the naked branches; this silence of the autumn air pierced by growing wails of an ambulance siren. We all make way, the British – parting the traffic, getting the cars over the kerbs; the blue beacons pass through in haste, receding away into a distance. Is it too late or is it just in time ? Who knows? We move on unable to bear the thoughts of our own departures even for a minute longer. Move on into yet another winter, summer, spring and autumn.