tales from an ordinary world

2002-05-09

Tail-lights and swervy cars on a lightly-rained road. The familiar route home. The dip at the railway crossing, and the fish shop on the left, lights on but nobody home.

I thought it was the couple next door arguing again, but when I put my head near the open window I discovered it was some people singing, somewhere nearby.

Sounds from the lonesome west fill my small room. I can't move.