Dawn.

The early light on the brown leaved trees didn't change and we waited. Coldness passed itself from object to object and we anticipated nothing, like slack winter washing lines.

"I remember so few moments."
Alan said, and then,
"I never even cared."

We floated another few moments further from the beginning . A shop door opened. We allowed the sun to warm us and didn't talk of escaping or setting foundations.

"It only ever happens when its too late"
I was conscious that I could only offer more questions.
"I'm not sure if it has happened."
I thumbed the plaque on the bench between us, flicking my nail under its worn corner.

Children walked past, absorbing the suns warmth onto their hooded faces, peering up like bright flowery circles.

Alan breathed heavily the cold air and I let go of trying to organise our moment of stillness, as we remained looking forward.

Futility stared at us from the small mounds of autumn leaves collected under the trees and time turned our heads.
"It's still early."
We rose together.