The unexpected warmth, we aren’t used to it yet.
Everybody who comes into the shop stands briefly in the doorway and the day outside flares blue over their shoulders.
People with dogs, pulling and pulling, stopping, pulling, jerking forward again, a girl reading in the sun over the road, drinking a bottle of coke slowly, two old men running across the street, the arms pumping powerfully – but not the legs. The legs will not be hurried. They rock back and forth with imagined speed, and shake fists at the motorbikes that made them run in the first place.
Hot footpaths. People standing outside cars to eat instead of climbing grimly inside them. Cars parked with people asleep against the hot windows. Walking is slowed down, people glance at the sky, stand still to drink coffee. Laughing and talking at the kerb, not trying to cross the road immediately, happy to wait in the sun, finding extra things to talk about.
Two ladies rugged up sensibly outside the shop say, this won’t last.
Kids belting past yelling – I’m not even playing on Saturday, is Sam?