tales from an ordinary world

2002-06-06

Walking down Lennox St to a cosy pub dinner in the early evening winter darkness, bats chatter and aircraft drift across the sky. I'm trying to shake off my office-induced rage, but it just makes me walk faster and faster down the footpath and across the roundabout, until the red light at the mini-intersection makes me stop, wait and breathe.

Inside, the window's fogged up with beer and conversation. I stare out of it, at the patterns of lights up the side of the Housing Commission flats across the street, occasional passing traffic, people walking home from work, and wait for my two friends.