And I am still waiting by the window; as everybody else. Watching the slow changes of the light, tapping my fingers against the glass, perhaps, throwing a shadow in apathy….
There is silence in the streets. A silence that has long become the norm. The danger can be felt, but it presents itself as mute. Everybody is waiting for it to happen, shadows against a reality that slowly, carefully enters this place, one by one, by one.
