PSYCHOGEOGRAPHIES 14
DAVID HILL CONSIDERS FORTH STREET AND BROUGHTON PLACE
Lightness and possibility inform the morning air as I head past the metropolitan cathedral towards Broughton. The limpid weekend sky seems charmed by April’s delicate breeze, and the few distant clouds, lurking to the north like languid spectres, hold no fear.
This early azure feels like a promise, or perhaps a screen on which to project the day’s al fresco fantasies.