I’ve got The Fear again, that mid-Sunday dread of what’s
next. There’s a cold weekend wind whipping down the street, in one ear
and out the other. A black cat yawns and stretches across the street
as it follows its people around, oblivious to the pigeons bobbing
around next-door’s front yard. It’s all so quiet, and despite being a
fairly silent type of person I’m nevertheless comforted by a
reasonable background of sound. I’ve got work to do, though. I can’t
sit here all day.
A little later, and it’s time for a coffee break down the
street. It’s still cold. A pair of beanie-clad twentysomethings shiver
outside next to me, waiting for a warm drink to cup their hands
around.