As He Sat Idly And Watched The Misty Rain Float Down

It was a mild day, cloudy and smirry with wet as cars and buses lashed in and out of weaving streets. Streets that weaved uncertain tales of urban something or other, confusing the humdrum crashing of a thousand plodding feet along them. It could have been any day but it definitely felt like a week day. Maybe Thursday. or Monday. He sat idly and watched the misty rain float down, cautiously approaching the wet tarred street. He had already skipped through the pages of most of the day, having closed his ears, eyes and doors to the world before 2 o clock. 2 o clock was not a significant hour of the day, that he felt it ample time to spring into action and join the ranks of humanity and society. No, 2 o clock was merely an agreeable time to rise from the depths of somnolence and begin a routine of conscious action for the day.

As he sat idly he felt the oncoming drudgery of work approaching. not that employment itself was brutish and unfeasible, more his trepidation stemmed from the process of getting oneself ready to suitably enter the workplace, or risk being observed, smelt or thought of differently. The many faces in that place, with few exceptions were cold and unfriendly, and he would do his best to avoid unnecessary pleasantries with them, for the benefit of everyone involved.

He had always felt out of place in these places, like a foreign invader unaccustomed and unwilling to participate in the rituals or adhere to the cultural do's and dont's. So be it.

It was a rainy afternoon, like any other and soon he would be in real boy's clothes, ready to participate in the day. Of the adventures that awaited him, none sounded too exciting, save for an exploding train or a runaway sandwich, the journey to and from meant the same, felt the same, smelt the same and tasted the same. Carbonated juice to ease the pain and small, short conversations about work, education and holidays to 'pass' as interested. But alas, there was fun and variety to be had in the rainy repetitious and nefarious world. He didn't even have to be 'he', so she knew this too. She was for the most part assured that recreational drugs and carbonated drinks and alcohol was what awaited her on the other side. and she could stare at the pretty lights and wonder aloud 'I want to be a part of them'