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Easter is the New Christmas ...
I walk through the underpass, the warm wind blowing past me into the darkness bringing with it the smell of newly cut grass and petrol fumes.
Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed it getting warmer and people beginning to make more use of the parks and spaces I walk through at lunchtime. It started with the occasional book reader in the sun, then games of football behind the college and today children and mothers in all the playgrounds.
I step out of the underpass and back in the sun I look up at the clear blue sky and wonder if this really could be the end. It’s rather like Christmas : work is amazing quiet - people are taking time off and large chunks of the project seem to be winding down.
Could this be the end at last ?
