Took a walk in the winter sun. The cold air stings your lungs.
The cough is proof of life.
The streets are quiet, but the gyms are busy. Folk still got Christmas trees up, lights shining through the windows. A few casualties still making their way home from Hogmanay parties. C’mon, pal, it was New Year’s 3 days ago. Guy’s asking me:
“Can you help me find my house? I’m due back to work tomorrow.”
“Er… whit?”
Turn around and they have gone. The search continues.
I cut through the alley, avoiding the shoppers, and over the bridge.
The mural looking good.
Couple playing acoustics on the bench. Sounding good. Sounding real. Could be the next Biffy.
Walk through the park. Sunshine glistening off the river. The water running low. It hasn’t rained for days. Blue skies. Typical, we get the sunshine and it’s minus 3.
Christ, I’m a moany bastard.
A smile breaks across my face.
I turn up the music and listen to the song I recorded last night.
Proof of life.
Keep walking.
Keep moving.
(C) Paul Andrew Sneddon
Paul Andrew Sneddon 