Faded blue sky, pale and whitened where imaginary clouds drift in and out of view, coffee in the cup exhaling the faintest wisps of steam as breath falls upon the surface. There's a change in the air today, the warmth of spring, the wind from the south east, heat radiating through the glass of the window, distances lost in haze, murkily gathered upon the vague slopes.

In the Eco park conversations beneath wooden roofs, stairs leading to dead ends, pavilions and platforms. Climbing through the quiet, red and purple flowers flashing bright coloured where sunlight finds its way towards the path. Along the way occasional figures, brief nods and hellos upon unpaved routes; a panorama of southern hills rises high into the clouded air, closer the ridges above the zoo, graveyard hill stretching down towards Muzha; heights and distances soon lost again in the undergrowth.

Taking a path I've never noticed ,a journey through humid and heavy air, pools of heat loitering beneath trees, rotting wood crossing dry streams and concrete drainage ditches while the sound of traffic become a low rumble in the distance. Wiping sweat as the air begins to liquefy, realise I've forgotten to bring water, that even if I could work out how I got here it'd take at least an hour to get back to the park. A little later the path descends, winding through steep slopes, still muddy from the rain, a covering of fallen flowers gathered like spring snow at the base of trunks, their perfume lingering in the scented air

And another Dylan track released today .....
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgEP8teNXwY