Traffic

There is a regular rhythm to the traffic outside the window, like a very slow pulse pumping around the organism of the town. Sometimes I recognise the same vehicle at a particular time and wonder if they are friendly. The window is not the main obstacle, it is my reserve that stops me asking “Do you want to chat?”.

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