photo : Botanical Garden, Nelson, slow life
My encounters, during my morning walks , vary according to the time of day . Earlier ( in Nelson, for me , that means around nine o’clock ), I come across workers who have got up much earlier than me and need a coffee or something sweet, the homeless , emerging from the mists of the cold night ( yes , there are homeless people in Nelson, a recent phenomenon ), the workers walking or cycling to work ( Nelson is said to have become the capital of cycling ). They are dressed according to the temperature high of the day, around ten thirty or eleven , therefore contrasting significantly with my clothes that are appropriate for the actual temperature when I go out , which means that my large bag gets the surplus of clothes , when the temperature rises . Around ten o’clock , the city wakes up and warms up , the dog walkers , those ready to do their shopping or prefer to go out when the sun is more convincing are added in a small hubbub which remains ordered and rhythmic . In other words , in a city where nothing happens, something always happens.
