Walking in town today my legs seemed to rediscover a youthful exuberance whose memory had been scrubbed clean through bondage to gas pedals.

7 o'clock and the streets swarmed with people like a bee colony. There's scarce a foothold for the hasty step and shoulders spur and dance in full contact and close shaves. The air swelters and the buzz of a million shared words and thousands of cranky horns floods the ears.

The world seems alot smaller and there's no space for 'me' just 'us'.

Us? Yes! This amorphous frenzy of humanity bursting from every fold of the city in droves and singles.

Endless winding bus queues spin round corners and spin tales of frustration and fatigue. Tales of mary home in the kitchen and patience her sister snag in your pocket singing songs of solace. solace at great home comings to warm hugs and sweet aromas, mary in the kitchen and sweet relief at rest.

Enter 10! The streets are dead like Pompei at the wrath of Vesuvius. Nightguards hang in the shadows silent monks in a homily to the night sky. Finally sleep comes to the city. You rush along the silent streets aware of your uninvited presence and your urged departure.