late night cherry picking · 10/06/2010 09:53 pm by Bron
I haven’t felt this cold in a long time and my body is shivering. I don’t even have it in me to dance. Beans and I sit in the car and talk for another hour or so. Outside, a man is changing the streetlights in a cherry picker. He twists out the old bulb and pops in a new one, as the post wobbles like a tall reed in the wind. The colour changes, ripening from yellow to orange as it heats up. He cleans the cover with spray & wipe, checks the fitting one last time, and navigates his way back down. We watch in amazement as the crew crawls along the street, all their little processes in place, each person with their high-vis job to do, changing the lights one by one, in this near-midnight cityscape.
