Delay

Squally weather.
Walking home in the suddenly early twilight of 6'0'clock, and the headlights of cars are suddenly autumnal. Thought of the lights of kitchens spilling out onto pavements. No kitchens down Western Road. I hurry home but get distracted in Sainsburys by a self service till that doesn't work.
The comfort of cold evenings. Rushing to get home, oh, the warmth and cosiness of being indoors, television, a DVD, a book, a bath.
The possibilities are endless.
I get home and make that cup of tea, and wish I was still out in that old night, under nostalgic rain, and racing to get to a destination that seemed hours away.