Earlier today I pondered the nature of the first few sunny days after
winter, when even old cars seem to shine just that little bit more. But this
evening it seems like winter again, squeezed into a corner of a cosy little
Richmond pub with a beer in my hand and the company of two good friends.
One’s going away soon, but she’ll be back. The other, well, he’s going later,
but he’ll be gone a long time. The jukebox under the counter glows blue. People
laugh around us. These are the moments you want to put in your pocket,
to relive on those lonely nights.