In Wandsworth Park

It’s colder out than in, and the chill wind tugs at conversation. Pulls of smoke crust alveoli, crestled with frosty dew drops. The air tingles. A, shimmering, smog, crystallised in streetlight beams, lingers over the dull, gurgling river. Flowing locks of darkest Thames water lap, bright crested, upon the hulls of dull marine vessels, humming to the gloam.