Evening Fragment

The kitchen.
Summery sunlight on the roofs across the Mews.
The flat smells of clean washing.
Voices from outside; children, their parents.
Mouth too hot from too much hot chilli and jalapeno flavour Branston relish.
A quarter of a can of diet coke left.
Conversation with Andy about how we don't enjoy listening to new albums.
Evening birdsong makes me think of old railway tracks through woods
covered with grasses.