Monday morning . But along the roadside,
primroses, and daffodils about to burst their buds. Dandelions raising their heads too, not yet open but will soon.
Dust clouds of hazel pollen .. More yellow ..
And also, so evident as the spring growth has hardly begun, all that rubbish.
And despite everything .. Cold , noise I wind down the windows and feel the effects of being on the road.
Central..ish but not moving. The other side, the traffic in the other direction is moving and quite fast
The window down now, not only can I feel the car rock as the traffic passes but the pressure in the car seems to change too, and all over noise takes over. But it is good to feel the real temperature , if only for few minutes at 4 degrees . And to remind myself of the experience of being in that traffic, which usually is there , after all I am part of it , but removed by the enclosure the car bubble allows .
Traffic moves again so I wind up the window and revert to bubble mentality.
Getting the bus, or perhaps more to the point waiting for the bus reminds me how much there is to miss when I just jump in the car. Being in the personal bubble and waiting in those queues does give frame , through the windscreen to hedgerow views, but blocks out lots too.
Waiting for the bus this morning, there were those few moments when the engines of our modern life are distant and the natural sounds get to come to the front. This time of year especially. This morning, I heard the distinct tappings of a woodpecker.
And while listening out for that I was watching two rooks, bouncing amongst the flimsy twigs of a birch tree. Watching as the pair pulled at twigs, broke them off and flew away with them.
This morning, then right place, right time. But then had the bus also been at the right place at the right time I could not have witnessed either.