Sensory

The smell of marijuana hangs heavy in the residential back streets of Peckham on the path between work and the train station. The trail of somebody no longer there.

A mini metro screeches up the street at speed, skimming across a puddle which sprays up over the pavement. Swinging into a u-turn and racing back in the direction it came from.

Raindrops spatter on the ribbed plastic platform roof, a tinkling dribbling sound like a rainstick. A man spits noisily onto the train tracks.

The sky is dark, purple and yellow, electric, expectant. Storms coming.