It’s dark when I clock out.  Still everything looks brighter than it did this morning.  It’s always strange, life continuing as normal after life’s thrown you a significant event.  But here we are.  Men returning to their pads, same as we always do this time of day.

Corny as fuck, I know, but I feel like I’m the one who was born today.  The streetlights look brighter, the clouds overhead bruised with them, a gorgeously unhealthy orangey-purple.  The moans and hisses and growls of vehicles sound like life.  Even feeling hungry has a nice tang to it, and I’m normally grumpy as a bear with a pine cone up its arse before I’ve got home and refueled.

Dinner’s one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten.  Nothing special.  Roast and beans, some spare rice I found pushed at the back of the cupboard, bit of seasoning.  Everything has more taste…