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.