The estate is ever quiet. Occasionally footballs are kicked into gardens causing invasion and outrage. The yellow, orange and red walls stoically remain unflattered – sheltering homes to the unseen and the random “Hello”.
The biggest disturbance this month is the diversity of light, the Santa Claus of optimism and the flashing hourly blue of LED celebration. At night, one house in twelve, starbursting alone, whilst others remain sceptical, silent, distant, unwillingly receptive.
Sapping energy from well-oiled windmills, Midwinter’s feasting bulbs light up the other dark windows and persistently, repeatedly yell out “It’s Christmas again, we’ve been waiting for this for so long”.
© Duncan Hopkins 11.12.2010
