Autumnal blues.
It was dank and dark, the rains swept in from the east. He had decided long before dawn had broken, he would exercise for the sake of the Spirit. Few were walking let alone exercising their pedigree canines. It was a stunning morning and he whispered as he gave thanks, Pagi yang inda, hari ini sabtu pagi, give the fortitude to be. The shifting sands of time transformed themselves into eddies of late autumn spheres of energy. The weather was awful and the influence of the heavens made him shift to and fro, run up and down on the sandstone track laid for purposes other than human exercise. In the driving rain and icy winds of happiness, he set a good pace, paused a while reflect. The stunning colours of dawn in this corner of our world made camerawork a must. In the absence of tools of modern technology, his eyes, ears and sens of taste, smell were intensified. He had felt sensations unlike these since the last week he had lived in Hong Kong.
He had documented there the names of typhoons. There was not the slightest chance this would be a tropical storm. The air smelt clean and fresh. The rains were clearing for the moment, though he knew that might return later that same morning. He pounded the track, and sprinted on the grass. His only break was to watch the police horses stretch their limbs. These were tamed and could and would only canter. He, meanwhile, ran and sprinted and sprinted in intervals. When the path forced him to sprint, his heart and muscles acted like pistons of fire. He breathed easily and fluidly and breakfasted at the interval. When he ate, it was fuel for the next temporal units of the day. He was hungry and thirsty and rationed his provisions.
The calm before the storm was the period in which the rains had halted. Like an unstoppable force recovering to unleash a second wave of icy rain, the rains suddenly fell with a stinging bite. If it was an animal, this was a wild dragon. It seemed very much, it was testing the lie of the land as though it had travelled from very distant lands. It was not yet relaxed nor comfortable with its surroundings. This was an exciting stage. He wanted to put his body to the last physical test. With acute perception, he knew those rains were minutes away. He left Hyde Park with suitcase, rucksack, body and mind in tack. If he returned, it would be on another day.
