Evening Sun

Bus stop. Waiting at London Bridge. Stop C. Facing the dipping evening sun. Sunshine warming pale face, and neck where my jacket hangs open. Close my eyes and let the warmth heat my eyelides. Bright orange inside. Imagine a hillside, rolling into fields. Grass wafting in a breeze. Trees rustling. A beach. Water lapping at the edges. A woman brushes roughly past me. Blue spots appear when I open my eyes again. Hum of bus engines. Throng of people crowd towards the opening bus doors.


One woman in a crowd walks down the street with an umbrella. The sun is shining on the tops of the buildings. Its a few minutes before the spots of rain appear on the pavement.