The rain is hitting the pavement.
As I look out of the window I can see the ripples in the puddles.
The droplets on the back rest of the bench grow fatter. The rain has drained all the colours from the sky. No colour, no smell, no taste. Just the drizzle, the white sky and the birds, shrieking at each other over bread crumbs.
I really thought that was the end of that.
But clearly I was wrong.
No signs, no evidence. Just shreds of paper.
I could hear the unmistakable sounds… right above my head.
One of the dogs could hear it too, even though she chose to ignore it.
Maybe it’s the best way? Ignore it and it will just go away…
No, it’s just too tempting.
I just… have got to… go and have a look.