When I took the dogs out this morning I was aware of the sights and sounds of suburbia. During the short walk to the woods down the tree lined streets, I could see and hear the chatter of the Mums and kids going to school, I could hear the wind whistling through the trees and the quiet hum of the traffic going round the little roundabout. I saw a golden retriever with a limp and I had to step onto the road to get past a mini JCB parked on the pavement.
The sound that made me think was the sound of empty bottles clanking into the blue bins. Could this have been the remnants of a weekend partying or just the empty bottles where at the bottom, the answers to the meaning of life, the universe and why we are here were maybe found, albeit briefly.
