A long grey road.

Winding away past houses and railings.

Leading to the bright lights of town and the hum of the shops.

Fierce peddling and the hum of engines.

Idling at the cross roads.

It suddenly seems to be a different time altogether.

Where did the 21st century go?

I have lost it.

Amid the bricks of home and the first signs of spring on the trees.