Western Street this morning - a small public garden with refuse sack and child's trike left beside the bin. This was a moment of sunshine before the rain - which was coming.
The telephone wires are prominent, and satellite dishes are clearly visible on the right hand side of the street. A man walks towards town; we're less than half a mile from the station.
A young couple pass, arguing. An older couple go to the shops and come back. A man leans out of the window above me and says I've made the street look nicer than it is. I don't know - the street's seen over a hundred years of residents, different forms of communication and recreation. Life changes - clouds come and go.