I paid and left. Out here in the street, striding purposefully, I can give the impression that I’ve gt somewhere to go. There’s light on in my flat and you’ll be there as arranged with your own key. I don’t have to hurry, I’m enjoying the night and the cold on my cheeks. Summer’s gone, the cold’s welcome. I did the shopping today and you said you’d cook. I’ll call and get the wine. It gives me a loose-limbed confidence to know you’ll be there. I’m expected. There’s a continuum. There’s freedom. We can be kites and hold each other’s string. No need to worry the wind will be too strong.