The sunlight bathed the earth, dancing over the harbour waters as boats swerved in chorus. The light, like a plastic coat over wet murky darkness. A rush of boyish breath warmed the air as children ran, playing. Their laughter streamed through the crowd. There was a man, playing the accordion for shiny golden coins, cigarette lodged firmly in his mouth.
The realization strikes me hard, but even with all these people in the city, I could never be more alone if it were empty.
Nervous-looking apartment blocks huddled together for warmth, the occasional majestic looking building or Chinese imitation restaurant jammed alongside them. Talking rang out in the streets, which smelt of delicious food. Red, beige, and navy shades of the buildings paint jobs reflected onto the water, while concrete grey clouds gathered. The pounding of feet and whizz of bikes on chunky uneven paved bricks of stone slammed together remained. Some were slow, calm, measured. Some went by fast, like tomorrow might never come. A flag waved hello in the air. Nobody bothered to wave back. When the wind direction changed, it fell limp, savouring the last moments of its glory up there, waving. Amidst the commotion was a child, contentedly watching the sky. He seemed to be waiting for something. Anticipating it. He whipped his head around, alert for it. Mind like a hummingbird on speed. A woman in the crowd dropped a flameless cigar, her silver eyes focused on it smouldering. Smoke was released, like a breath it didn’t quite know it was holding. It filled the boy’s lungs, setting them on fire, causing him to hack and cough rather loudly.
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