10:20am.
Sat by the window in my room, hunched up on the ragged sofa I found in the fog four years ago. White skies. Pigeons on the roofs of the house across the way. A crane over in Portland Road. Listening to 'The Best of Delerium'.
Remember:
Worcester, 1998. The grey stretch of the Severn. The emptiness of HMV. Flicking through CDs and hearing that song by Cerys Matthews. That duet she did with..? Worcester was always awful in the rain. That spring was heavy with it's own emptiness but I still miss it.
