A field As I leave my house and its stress filed environment I think about the release and calm atmosphere of my field. As I pass the sports hall I see people almost crying because they just lost a game of football, I walk on past Tosco and see men and women struggling with bags of shopping. I hurry to get away from the commotion of life and in to the quiet streets of high light park. This part of my journey cools me and prepares me for the sanctuary I find within the field. I arrive and...
my back I feel so free and so calm and so peaceful. The air tastes fresh and moist against the harsh cigarette. I see a kestrel hovering around the bottom end of my field; it aims its body like a dart and dives to the ground like a heavy weight, then back up to the sky with a mouse in its powerful claws. Beyond that I see a plain flying across and through the clouds and I realise that. there is still life out there and that the time has come for me to go and join it.