The old bus depot, trespasso and Zantedeschia

1. The old bus garage on Navigation Road is lost now to a multi-storey new build. They paved paradise and put up a block of student flats. I used to walk past the old bus depot and glance in at the little cubicle with a bloke in a uniform sitting there, fag in mouth surrounded by oil and grease and big old buses coming in and out. There was something very masculine about the place, it had a warm smell as you walked by. Now the old garage is gone and there are new, shiny buildings that will house the future movers and takers. All with en-suites and fancy furniture. I met one of the site managers today, a cute little bloke, furtively looking around to see what might be coming next. There were builders and workmen everywhere, all hard of hat and boot, all gruff and a bit overgrown in hi-vis jackets and arse hugging jeans. It was heavenly.

2. Walking over Lendal Bridge there was my friend beaming and coming towards me arms outstretched and greetingful. We hugged and held each other for one moment and the whole world was gone and the noise stopped and there was something gone still inside. It was a moment of actual bliss. I looked right into his eyes, full trespasso...the windows of the soul stuff...the whole works, just a moment of perfect connection.

3. The white Calla lily, Zantedeschia, in the back yard is flowering and wonderful. It's very simple and pure, just like some of the best of those people I have had the pleasure of recently. My day was definitely lifted by the sight of this beauty as it was by the sight of the others who passed my way today.