I sit at my desk and can see the swallows diping and diving beneath and between the trees in the park, a pause on the wing and an insect snapped up, they roll exposing white tummies, the irridescent blue along their backs glinting in the sunshine.
At the end of the street, there has been a car crash, cars backed up and reversing along the road, horns honking, people shouting, the swallows have not noticed.
NL
At the end of the street, there has been a car crash, cars backed up and reversing along the road, horns honking, people shouting, the swallows have not noticed.
NL
