its a beautiful day...

...all the windows are open, the breeze is surprisingly warm. The sunshine is so hard I feel like the pavement is glaring at me. Staring out the window watching the world. Over in the playpark there's two little kids, maybe five or six, playing what I think might be some sort of superpower game.

"wait...wait!!!! ... let's make it ...."

Just below the window a group of five or six mid-twenties boys and girls wander by. Maybe it's the sunshine, maybe it's the holiday, whatever it is they're happy - voices loud and musical with the sheer promise of the day. One of the boys is half hopping, backwards, down the street directly infront of the dark-haired girl, clearly trying to impress her with his wit and comedy. Either they've just started dating or they will have by the end of the evening. She's giggling and playing with her hair. Clearly emboldened by her reaction, the boy darts forward, picks her up and swings her round.

Im distracted from this mating display by two car drivers loudly arguing over who should move first. This makes me smile - the sheer pissing contest of it. As I watch their body language I realise they aren't actually angry at each other, just doing it because that's how it's done.

A young girl in her late twenties, holding hands with an older woman, wanders by the pretend-irate drivers, laughing and chatting quietly to each other. I idly wonder if the older lady is the mother or maybe the grandmother? I spend the next few minutes imagining their conversation. What do they talk about? The past? The present? The future? Who knows.

Again Im distracted by a Nigerian family chatting and gesticulating in a language that incomprehensible to me. I can still tell they're happy though. Odd how happiness is easily identified no matter which language it might be in.

At this point I stop deciphering between the people and let it all meld into one.
I realise how completely detached I've become from days like this. Im sure I took part in them - definately when I was younger, at school. But now I can't remember the last time I did. I realise I've lost something. I don't know what it is but, watching everyone today, proves it. Can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe I'll find it again when summer hits.