concrete music

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