This morning, behind the shed, the brambles filled with ripe blackberries. August is indeed the first month of autumn.

Bending to touch my toes in the morning sunshine … A small green hopper on the paving stone. My friend said he found one on his bike the day before. He cycled four miles into work and when he arrived it was still sitting there.

This afternoon, the body of a pigeon in the middle of Thornton Avenue. Grey feathered mass with a pink clawed foot. And this morning the air temperature: cool rigour of autumn glimpses final days of summer.

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