I locked the front door, slipped into my coat and threw my rucksack over one shoulder.
The sky was lightly overcast and there was a gentle breeze - perfect for walking to work.
I've been walking to work a lot less over the last few months, particularly when needing the car for viewing houses with estate agents. I walked up the drive and felt the wind waking me up. It sometimes takes little moments like that to remind me that I am still alive.
It's autumnal today - not cold, and not leafy, not misty and not mellow - just Septemberish - the kind of day when you do your first big shop after going back to uni, or when you think about wearing a coat to school.
There was the smell of grass in the air, reminding me of something I couldn't quite place, a time when everything was a bit simpler. I crossed the A4 and walked onto the business park, just at the moment the bus deposited a whole load of workers. Some pulled cases, some were glued to their smartphones, none were smiling and no-one seemed particularly happy.
I was still enjoying the fresh air.
It would be horrible if I were housebound, I thought to myself. I'd last about a week before going crazy. Imagine being stuck indoors for hours on end, only able to stare out of the window and sit wondering where your life went. How very dull.
I got to work, hung my coat on the back of my chair and twizzled open the venetian blind. The outside flooded in as I sat there, knowing I'd be stuck indoors for hours on end, only able to stare out of the window.
Oh well.
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