but why doesn't one ever find a ripple on a mill pond?
does the wind not touch its surface, ever?
first thing this morning, the river was totally calm - there is no breeze; yesterday was scorching, by the early evening a heat haze had settled over the city - blending in around the edges above the West End with the fumes of the traffic and general smog that London still seems to be able to produce
as I write the tide is taking the waters downstream, east, and the only disturbance on the river's surface come from the eddies and currents around the foundations of the bridge; the occasional leaf floats past, reminding me that it is almost autumn and soon the trees will be bare
my mind drifts from watermills to windmills
via Camberwick Green and Trumpton. . .
here is a box,
a musical box,
and ready to play,
this box can hide
a secret inside,
can you guess
what is in it