TODAY I MET A MAN:
Parked up on the roof & watched the sun dance across the roofs
of the City of Hope. Slipped down the back stairs & waited in
the place he recommended. He arrived, all smiling & hugs, a
familiar light returned to his eyes that I’d missed. We walked
through antiquarian book shops & city church yards, engrossed
in the rhythm of typography across the ages until we reached
our favourite coffee shop.
Talking, drinking, dodging traffic in the streets, beneath the
delicately carved facades of ancient institutions whose stone
faces translated sunlight into colours that made us happy.
At a house in an alley we found a bell & rang it, gaining entrance
to rare sanctuary. Rooms filled with Nicholson’s & Breska’s,
sea pebbles & bleached driftwood monsters – everything danced
in sunlight beams streaming in torrents though glass eyes that
looked out onto the city of hope.
Up on the roof we hugged & shook hands, making a pact to do it
again, only sooner than later this time.
Tomorrow I’ll be watching The Trans – Siberian Marching Band,
when I’m in a good mood they take me higher.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Beautiful words to brighten up a dreich Scottish day. Thank you.
The images you describe project historical beauty from another world, another time, in my mind as I look forward to the weekend. My drive through tunnels of cypress with walls of old coral on either side of me, guide me home after a long day, as the bass from your song playfully spars with the new breeze…the weekend’s welcomed wind…