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October 9, 2007
There are five pigeons perched high on the corner of the building across from my window. After a day of heavy rain the cloud is clearing and bright sunshine is washing down along the wet street. The figures of busy shoppers are reflected on the shiny grey tarmac while drivers turn off their windscreen wipers for the first time in many hours. The late afternoon sunshine, combined with colours intensified by the rain, serves to transform a usually mundane street scene into something beautiful and reflective and, after a long hard day translates it into living poetry before my eyes.