A walk to the shops, down the road under the blue sky, cars everywhere, telegraph poles, streetlights traffic lights.
We find the path and stand clear for cyclists, do we venture through the tunnel or over the bridge?
Under the blue sky we walk interrupted vision by man-made structures invade our thoughts and become the landscape.
This is the landscape, this is what we know the sights and sounds burn deep in our brains.
Is it a bad thing? Is it a good thing? It’s just what it is. It’s all I know. It’s all some will ever know.