There's this couple down the road, on my way to and from the train station.
Their front yard is covered partly in grass, partly in brick. Four sprinklers on the lawn, four tyres on the car.
They sit on their porch when I walk back from work. He's usually smoking a cigarette and they're both sipping tea. It's the type of pensioners you imagine going through their photo albums with a wide grin on their face.
Just like it's their ritual to chill out every day, it's mine to give them a little smile.
I'll miss them when I move...
Their front yard is covered partly in grass, partly in brick. Four sprinklers on the lawn, four tyres on the car.
They sit on their porch when I walk back from work. He's usually smoking a cigarette and they're both sipping tea. It's the type of pensioners you imagine going through their photo albums with a wide grin on their face.
Just like it's their ritual to chill out every day, it's mine to give them a little smile.
I'll miss them when I move...
