The smell of rain is fresh. The streets are silent.

Colonial buildings loom by the sidewalk, discoloured by years of pollution and yellowed by the gentle gold glow of intermittent street lamps, their shadows illuminated by light bouncing off the glossy gravel road.

A car passes by at the end of the street, its wheels ripping from the ground like velcro.

A block away a young couple stands in embrace. They pay no mind to the younger passing waitress as she walks closely behind them on the small footpath.

“I love you so much”