A different grey. A darker, bluer grey, threatening rain. Later, it rains.
In Croydon, it hails. Stratus breaks up, blue revealed, operatic cumulus.
Instagram blooms with sky studies.
I walk to Canary Wharf for coffee beans. I am offered a free coffee to go with my
beans. The middle aged woman who makes the offer is reprimanded by a teenage
colleague. ‘It’s not our place to do that.’