Something.

Skinny jeans in rough grey-black denim; New but made to look old. Leather boots worn in perfectly. Long, black woollen coat and heavy, dark scarf.

Smoking cigarettes in the rain, smoke rising and twisting, serpentine, into the atmosphere. Sight impeded by thick droplets, heavy with expectation, on clear glasses.

Cool, clean water in steady drips washing away sins. Curing everything. Curing nothing. Placebo forgiveness from the thick grey clouds that cover the blue sky like cataracts over elderly irises.

Contemplative, but unthinking. Warm in the cold and happy in misery. Surrounded by people but solitary and very, very alone.