The picture may not show this, but a few months ago, on a solitary walk home from church, a drizzle graced the streets out of the blue. Traffic was unusually light that evening and this heightened my senses on the atmosphere around me – fine rain prickling my skin, previously unused streetlights painting a monochromatic scene, and the quietude encompassing. I could imagine meeting Totoro on such a night as he waits for the Cat bus to pick him up and journey to unknown destination.
Home is just at the end of the curve.
I stopped and smelt the roses. They were wonderful.