felix felicis
Mar. 6th, 2006 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lobelia321The street cooler than the roof terrace. The sun hadn't made it down to ground level yet.
Felix walked past the newsagent's. A man was stacking bales of paper, tied together with twine, outside the store front. Further on, a youth hosed down the footpath. The smell of wet dust rose from the pavement. Wet dust: it is the urban equivalent of freshly-mown grass. Felix breathed in deeply and crossed the street.
Birds pecked at something in the gutter. A song wafted through an open window, something carefree, with a saxophone baseline.
Felix walked past the newsagent's. A man was stacking bales of paper, tied together with twine, outside the store front. Further on, a youth hosed down the footpath. The smell of wet dust rose from the pavement. Wet dust: it is the urban equivalent of freshly-mown grass. Felix breathed in deeply and crossed the street.
Birds pecked at something in the gutter. A song wafted through an open window, something carefree, with a saxophone baseline.