Walking down the street
What I see when I walk down my street. Stepping out of my family terraced house in to the petite front garden early Monday morning as the Christmas holiday season is approaching and I’m meet with a gust of icy cold wind whilst the dazzling winter sun shines brilliantly on to the street, flashing through the bronze and yellowing leaves twirling, almost dancing to the ground. The white brick wall stands just three paving slabs away from the brick arched doorway where I stand. The gap in the wall that leads to the street holds just two rusty hinges where the metal gate used to swing(ben barter).
