evergreen

in places where the leaves do not turn the violence is muted but no less present

The longer I am away from London, the more the city loses its texture. Now that it’s autumnal, all I want to do after work is put on a playlist and walk through Waterlow and Hampstead Heath, savour the rhythmic efficiency with which the park workers shove trodden brown leaves into bags, the sun that takes twice as long to set over the low hill as it doe…