City Love

From this seat, ten feet up, through a window I watch a city pass that I love. There are two kinds of window that lend themselves to city gazing, and this is one of them. The other is the window of an apartment, high above and looking out – at night after the rain has just let up, as the street lights tinkle in the puddles far below.
But what is lacked here in elevation is made up for by motion. I sit still, aboard my 43, and gaze and the city rolls past and I absorb it and adore it, from suburbs to centre.
But to love a city? A city of bus congestion and wet streets? A city with angry looking souls, who smoke on the back seat, a city with students who crowd the streets and pubs? This and so much more. Manchester, what a city.

SeptemberBus

A beautiful September sunshine is breaking through cartoon cotton clouds that drift so effortlessly above us.

Bus of mine, together again, welcome, how have you been?

Where have I been? Somewhere warmer, where I rode a bus that took Euro’s and had a little video screen above our heads, continuously spewing forth gaudy advertisements. I am glad you have no such screen, (yet - I see it coming, over that next brow).

We clatter and jolt through the recently repopulated student district, and fresh faces scuttle about with fresh overdrafts which they will kindly scatter into the city’s economy, before it is time for them to migrate again and be refuelled.

The edges of some leaves are beckoning autumn with early brown, but otherwise all is lush and green under this beautiful September sunshine.

Blog Silence

Having come to the end of an intense deadline that has kept me from posting for a while, I am now going on holiday for a week! Sorry about the blog silence then, but you can expect some new stuff in 8 - 10 days. Much love, Geoff.