Nostalgia

I put a pizza in the oven and popped out to the university library up the hill.

Everyone coming down looked quite sharp and foxy in an understated way and they were all beaming, some of them even giggling, with anticipation of the night ahead.

That was me once, I thought, scratching my grey stubble, panting as I crossed the face of a junction, clutching a Fontana Modern Master that was three days overdue.