An anxious day filled with minutes of inaction.
It’s only when sunset approaches that the realisation suddenly dawns … it’s not hard to track down a pint-sized blonde, in amongst a semi-crowded bar, right by the old market place. Where you can buy a reasonable solution to a difficult problem (served with a gurn).
So we go there and we sit in silence, right by a noisy party of smartphone-fondling think-nothings, opposite a pair of seen-better-days grizzly bears.
We rarely make eye contact, even though the MOR drawl falling out of the rock-heavy jukebox is offending most living organisms and immovable objects in the near vicinity.
We stare out of the window in the hope of seeing something vaguely interesting.
The old stocks, the market cross, the orange tree – autumn leaves burned brighter by fairy lights.
Maybe something will happen tomorrow …
An Outside World 