Walking To Work
The cold air bites and you pull your arms a little closer to your body, one hand tightly gripping your coffee, already colder than you like. The hum of the traffic and the click-clacking of shoes on the tiles in your ears, you look up and notice the watchmaker's clock telling you, you are almost late again and shouldn't be taking this moment to soak in the beautiful winterscape that surrounds you. The bare trees, the wrought iron lace work and the tiled footpath, every element balanced and complementary.
You pass quickly, your mind already drafting responses to the emails you read on your ride into town. It's just another extraordinary, ordinary day.