Here I sit ,watching people walk clockwise. Some years ago I said why not anticlockwise . It is now pointless to say any such thing.
Morning was when I asked about the dog’s v -bark . V bark? That was not any bark but a hollow bark of midnight, with an electric fan whirring above my inside. A matter of atmosphere.
V-bark is not like v-belt but a continuous wail by a v- shaped dog snout.
By the way , v-birds are birds in a painted landscaped sky, with two rocks and a date palm with a well-trod pathway along the rocks.
Why do I sit on the green dry bench? I cannot help it.