Posted: 25/04/22

Sunset 26 March - Agnieszka Jadowska

The sun was strong.  The room had pleasant colour and warmth of wood finish.  Reminded me of tatami room.  I lay on the floor.  Golden dust under my closed eyelids.  Noise of invisible cars.  Now and then dramatic chorus of seagulls having a fight, calling each other names, cursing at each other.  I face western window, soaking up warmth of the last sun rays.

There is freedom from time.  How wonderful not to be able to measure time. 

I have a silent companion.  Standing proud on his column in front of me.

I feel the warmth of the sun winding down.  I get up and walk to the other window, bare feet.  I look at the yellow bridge which I remember well from my first visit to Hull.  My partner introduced me to the land of his idealised childhood memories.  And I go with it.  I see them like coloured old pictures where everyone is given bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks and coral lips.  I have my own reasons to visit and love Hull.  Reminds me of European cities, full of public squares and parks.  There is the sense of space in Hull which I miss so much in Manchester.  I have moments of delight when I spot architectural reference I know well from Europe and Gdansk, also a port city.  Scandinavian style in vertical buildings, present in Baltic Area.  And the water.  I do miss having water close by.

 I look through western window again.  Delicate haze above rooftops, pink smudges on the sky.  Sun is going down too soon, disappearing behind tall office building.  It wasn’t a dramatic set.  Gentle, pink, slowly dissolving.  Column Man doesn’t seem to be moved by anything, proud and solid.

 I am to walk the streets now, part of the Hull pilgrimage.  We will be back soon I guess.