Heading east in a veil of ‘first of the month mist’. Passing an old man reading a newspaper on a park bench, topless. An urban octogenarian centaur. Then the cardboard debris of spent fireworks, a kind of peacetime shell casing. Further on a suited man smokes a cigarette on the kerb, exhaling and thus creating a new dimension within the natural dry ice. A woman optimistically attempts to capture the river with her camera, even Battersea power station remains shrouded from view. The return leg heralds a new element. Darkness as a backdrop to the rolling vapour, dovetailing the day.