Walked to the park at lunchtime. Trees just starting to drop their leaves, still a mix of green and brown. Sunlight retreating from summer yellow to winter white, everything picked out in sharp focus, blades of grass, leaves on the half-empty trees at the far end of the park, buildings stark white, sharp shadows, silver-tinged clouds. Sun tries to keep me warm but it's so far away. Shiver a little in my summer shirt.

Kids at the far end of the park playing football in their lunch-break. I can't hear them shouting. Sitting in a human silence, just gentle sounds of leaves falling on the pavement and the ebb and flow seashell traffic.

Kids head back to college after a while. I leave too, plunge back into the high street, busy people walking in random directions. So much bustle, but the silence is still there, just snatches of conversation bubbling through.

Back to work, sit amid the whir of fans. The air-conditioning's off. Warm again.