yesterday night i took a walk around the estate at 11.50pm. the bathtub was drained of all water activities, and the silence was surreal. hearing the leaves rustle and watching the gravel do a little dance with the wind; spiralling round and round, like they'll never get giddy. the sound of the trees as they hush and whisper their secrets to me, even dead things made their presence known by the crunching of the leaves and twigs under my feet, with every step. the path was filled with twists and turns, with beautiful shadows dancing around every corner. the sweet smell of the grass and the fragrance of the flowers filled the night air. i ended up at the playground right at the edge of the estate, and sat the swings. it's nothing more than a swing to get my spirits uplifted.