And Also The Coincidences

In the Oxfam on London road and I'm buying a Walkabout CD for £1:99. The man behind the counter studies my And Also The Trees t-shirt. 'I used to work with one of them. Back in Our Price in the 1980s in London. Weren't they on the verge of making it big?'
Mostly white skies, but on the horizon, over the sea, the direction of Europe, a strip of yellow sun. Sea all calm and like those optimistic days of the mid 2000s. Coffees and roll-ups on the beach before an afternoon shift at the petrol station.
Sleep is still sticky and dreamless, and in the mornings, it becomes increasingly hard to drag myself out of bed. Despite the fact the days are getting longer, when I leave for works, that feeling of raw midwinter seems to deepen.
Sharp branches against restless skies, and the posts of the street lamps look like scaffolding for a building whose purpose is as yet uncertain and undecided, but is probably at least slightly sinister.
Another call centre or perhaps a gallows.
But probably just another Tescos Express.