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Feb. 15th, 2006 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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It's been raining. The streetlights make smears of orange on the pavement and all the shops are closing. In front of me, an enormous man - six feet, bull-necked, shorn head. On one side of his neck he has a blue tattoo of a bird in flight; I'm not sure entirely what it was because ornithology was never my strong point, but it looks a lot like the swifts I used to watch in my grandmother's garden. Cardiff Bluebirds, I'd imagine. He's wearing huge work boots, the sort that look as though he has a hard hat to match. He's hand in hand with a miniscule white-blonde elf of a girl-child. They're skipping.
Today's suddenly a lot better.
It's been raining. The streetlights make smears of orange on the pavement and all the shops are closing. In front of me, an enormous man - six feet, bull-necked, shorn head. On one side of his neck he has a blue tattoo of a bird in flight; I'm not sure entirely what it was because ornithology was never my strong point, but it looks a lot like the swifts I used to watch in my grandmother's garden. Cardiff Bluebirds, I'd imagine. He's wearing huge work boots, the sort that look as though he has a hard hat to match. He's hand in hand with a miniscule white-blonde elf of a girl-child. They're skipping.
Today's suddenly a lot better.
