Herrfurthplatz
A man strides back triumphantly from his morning jog; another ducks into a doorway to light a fag — still up from the night before, with not quite so much spring in his step. A disgruntled dog follows his owner away from the park and an old man pushes along his walking aid to the side as though he never needs it.
A crow pecks away at an enclosed polystyrene box and discards the unnecessary cutlery locked within. A child in an orange jacket waves a bag around his head, as the odd cyclist comes and goes, drifting past the still-sleeping church.
The leaves in the tree above hang on for dear life as the wind wrestles them to the ground. A lady with a baby blue umbrella heads for the church; it is not raining. The crow has found nothing to savour but returns to reinspect the plastic carcass nonetheless. A rare sight, as a lady picks up her pug’s excrement with a small bag which is likely to be discarded in a bush further down the street.
This is Berlin outside my window on Sunday 27th October 2019.
