Slow soft-core bleep from the railway crossing up the other end of the

street. Other than that it’s just the wind in the trees and me, standing on

the front porch. A curious C-shaped cloud in the sky. It’s dark now, and

tiny raindrops fall softly from above – not enough to dampen, but just enough

to freshen. I didn’t know what to do with myself, trying to take solace in

doing nothing in particular.