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…
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