Rhythms

Recently I've been getting the train early into London, the sun normally comes up about halfway in. I get a window seat and by the time the sun comes up the train is full. They have these digital screens that give an indication of how busy each carriage is and at this point its coming into fully red zone. On the edge of London i've normally given up on anything productive and am just watching last of the fields, can see people walking their dogs, and my eyes are normally closed at that point. It's full sunburst fade inside my head. Apparently when you are asleep and sunlight hits the back of your eyes it stimulates dreams, like a projector hitting a screen.

With eyes closed you can still see the trees going by, like an inverse strobe, it comes through kind of like a pulse, or a hand going through hand operated hand dryer and interrupting the connection between the sun and my eye.

The rhythm of the trees is really loose, and you can tell when its a forrest, you get these high tempo bursts, or a solid chunky tree giving this stodgy beat like a car horn, overall a disjointed pattern but you start to feel some sense in it, you can anticipate the beats somehow. I mean it's not quite as rigid as the trees that were planted in the sort of grids you sometimes get, like the 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4 footsteps between those new trees with their roots in bags on the edges of the motorway.

When you get to the edge of London you get these really heavy bass beats from tower blocks and new developments, cutting into the jumpy rhythm of the trees, with their timing perfectly equal with sharp edges. The rhythms are at their most complex around Cricklewood.