Around 7pm, Greenwich Park hilltop viewing point:

The thrumb of London's evening rush hour is muted here, and even more so when it's raining steadily like now, although lightly.

Watching the storm pass over London, from the west to east.

Another standing too I notice, removed and as distant as the view, shelters beneath these trees watching.

Beneath us on the Thames, now a sea-grey tarmac, a ship accompanies the storm's passage eastwards.

Miniature from this distance but actually large, as if a floating building and flanked by those on each bank-side, silently it passes, with a weightless slowness like that of clouds imperceptibly traversing the sky on some other day, as if untouched the ship departing.

For now, this open space and city view is coated, being brushed with the sky, a dance of misty-ness and silvery-grey opacity.

With dampness, stillness and green-ness – a pausing