A swathe of post industrial moonlight cuts across the water.
With geometric precision it intersects the swans drift along the old canal.
Even here, amongst bright steel and adamant mill, nature is deeply present and participative.
This was once the brutal heart of Victorian Manchester, soot black factory and stinking wharf.
Those Dantean landscapes are long gone. Raised by wartime bomb and and planners zeal.
Here a reimagined land rises from mouldering ash.
Life has returned to canal and sky and the beauty of the great white bird enlivens this midwinter day.
She sails into this artificial moonrise, a symbol of hope for the year to come.
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