Blank-faced

Workmen in luminous jackets and white hard hats are pulling down a fence, dwarfed by the high, blank-faced new building now set free to lean into the street.

Liquid

Liquid light pours through a window, flickers like flames across cool shadow and the open, white pages of a book.

Beady

In the small darkness under a parked car, the beady eyes of a squirrel: look right, look left and a mad dash for the nearest garden!

Gloomy

Gloomy clouds descending, pressing down on the day. Not really cold, but a chill stagnation in the air.

Constant

Cold air, dark clouds and - was that distant thunder or just a crescendo in the constant background rumble of the city?

Hurried

The footpath resonates with all our hurried steps: grey and greasy, hard and long as the day to come.

Abstract

The concrete building so intensely grey, the sky this morning so intensely blue that their sharp, intersecting angles evoke an abstract painting.

qv