Sekitar 27 Juli 2014. Semalam tidur tak nyenyak. Dini hari gaduh sekali di luar. Kulihat jam pukul 2 lebih. Telingaku menangkap suara dan otakku menggambarkannya dalam imajinasi secara tiga dimensi. 209 more words
I started from the canal basin, full of canoes and boats for hire and also some monstrous swans (not the kind that you hire).
The water was clear and I watched the fish for some time. They were given away more by their shadows than their greeny bodies. I liked the ones with handsome red fins.
The tourist boat passed and I sat for a while to let the water settle, meantime contemplating the hydrodynamics elegantly revealed by the churning silt.
No good pretending this is real country; this brutal road bridge, and never out of the sound of traffic.
As the water cleared, I watched shoals of tiddlers tiddling. I expect they were minnows but alas I had no jamjar on a string to check. Yes, they are in this photo, honest.
Things whizzed past my nose every now and then: fairies from the thistles, damselflies with small fluorescent blue lightbulbs on their bottoms, occasionally a tan dragonfly hawking across the river, and once a wren diving for cover.
I settled down on my own personal pier, feet dangling just above the water surface, and watched a convocation of coots and a family of moorhens going about their business.
This large mystery shrub was buzzing beside me, with willow herb on the other side. All very pink.
The moorhens seemed always to have their beaks open: ‘Peep’ – ‘Peeep’ – ‘Parp’ – ‘Peep’ they squeaked to one another.
Most of the lilies were pecked to fragments or mashed by the wash of the tourist boat, but this raft retained some handsome blooms.
I turned with some reluctance back to the city.