Keirle Park, 20 June 2011, A Quiet Still Flows Out

The longest Monday night and least light ever at 5.30, evening really, as afternoon is gone. For the time it takes, ten minutes, to put down this wash of colours there is no-one in the park that I can see, though I can hear, off to my right at the end of the carpark the last of the skaters talking, one last skater rumbling over the bowl in a skerrick of street light.

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