Walking the pathways of my village I see a white cat with a black tail up ahead giving me a cautionary stare before disappearing into a hedge.
The blurred grey sky above sliced by telephone wires and the hole in the tip of my trainers below.
The man in the co-op with the lank dirty blonde hair mis-speaking tell-tales as he asks for thirty grams of cigarettes.
Glimpsing through the gaps in fallen fences, making eye contact with the passenger in the front seat of a passing car.
The door shuts. I’m home, with the outside world inside my head.