It is a cold, wet Saturday afternoon and I am sat at home in my living room, watching the park life from my window.
The floodlights are illuminating the sports area and three boys, or maybe they are men, I can’t tell from this distance, are kicking footballs in the courts.
One is playing alone , challenging himself to kick the ball higher or land a shot in the centre of the goal area. The other two are taking turns at being ‘goalie’ and attempting to score.
Nearby two ladies with a pram are walking through the park and several dogs and their owners are congregating for their daily meet-up.
Now I can hear the sound of a police siren in the distance but this is common where I live, so I am not disturbed. With the siren gone, in the distance and carried over the air I can hear chanting from the football stadium which is several miles away. I wonder if we are winning? I think we are playing against Southampton today.
Back in the park, the guy who has been playing by himself is sat down, leaning against the fence. Now he is getting up now and leaving.
I stop typing.