I was listening to Nick Cave talking about Brighton skies, the other day. Not that his opinion should be any more remarkable than anyone else's but it was a kind of affirmation that I am not the only one taken in by them. I think its more living by the sea than Brighton. The horizons always seem longer and the blue bluer because the sea and the sky form a kind of marriage. And there is a symmetry too because the clouds and their reflections tend the image. And then every now and then we get the vapour trails of aeroplanes carrying people from here to there and back again, tin packets of people on the move, metal pockets of stories and lives and thoughts and ideas and dreams. Sometimes I think about being up there, flying to Oklahoma or to Portsmouth... for specific reunions, or simply flying to exotic places and planned liaisons - oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm.
