Glasgow Winter

Leaking stanks drench the streets, the wind howls, hardly hearing the city sounds. people covered from head to toe, hardly seeing faces and nobody noticing anyone any where. The clyde rushing through dragging the city through its currents as Glasgow rushes to the sea to find the sun. Whilst the people, the cold, the young, the old, the smart and the dumb stay in the dark to wait untill the summer months.






Extract from my Journal from 08/12/2011


Daniel McCourt

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