He moved with great precision and energy, a coiled spring ready to release its potential. He smiled; we exchanged pleasantries in the way that people who are used to going about their business (be it photography or trolley pulling) do when they are confronted with another person. It’s a lovely day.
This laneway rounds a corner, into a dead end. I followed, but by the time I had turned the corner he had disappeared.
He’s building something. It’s a lovely day.