Here, an « absence » is a « presence » enhancing the experience of what I call the no-escape-universe: quiet holiday street, sun dipping in and out of clouds, bag packed to go.
What next? The afternoon is everything, a burst of blossoms and leaves, asphalt littered with cigarette butts and a pink cup.
The doorbell rings. Time to move on, time moves on, toward three days of sitting.
The sky is always the same, but if a leaf falls, it is not.