Pink candy floss kisses

From the ongoing series of observations from evening walks...

Pink clouds hang statically across the horizon like candy floss kisses. A man checks his teeth in the mirror of a transit van, styles it out by saying hello to me and vanishes quickly inside his house. A man on a racing bike descends quickly down a hill living out his Tour de France dreams in his head with every pedal stroke. Another man cycles past with a red dome skid lid on and a yellow bag which says something about 20 litres of water. All he's missing is a coil of rope around his shoulder and he could join mountain rescue. Oh and a mountain of course in one of the flattest regions in all of England. A rather large man with receding hair pushed back into a pony tail slowly shuffles past. If he was yellow he'd look like the character from the Simpsons. I make a mental note to try and remember which one. It's the same mental note I make every time I see the guy and never remember to do it. On the other side of the road a man in a football kit jogs breathing heavily. It could be a Bayern München top. I might be lying. He's definitely not fit enough for the start of the season though I know that much given I can hear him from 20 feet away.

From behind a car someone is lifting what I'd surmise is a bag of empty tin cans. Just some of the useless shit information my brain stores as a reference point that is no use to man or beast. A woman is carrying a large pair of garden sheers. She opens her front door and shouts something in a language I don't understand. I hope she's not saying should I give this man a haircut? I walk past an open window and a group of women laugh. I think it was coincidental but it doesn't help my anxiety. A woman walks past me in a two tone horizontal stripe pink blouse which makes her look like a traditional English boiled sweet. She's heading in the same direction as me as I round a corner. I cross the road so she doesn't think I'm following her down. Add paranoia to the anxiety from the open window.

A bird sings sounding like R2D2 in Star Wars. It could be R2 but I'd surmise he's too heavy for a branch. A man with a giant mop of grey hair looks like one of Chas and Dave. He's walking on the side of the road which has a type of tree where the branches dangle vertically like vines and he's having to duck every few yards in reduced light. Typical male in him not crossing the road to the side which is better lit and you can walk upright all the way down.

A car pumping loud music comes from behind me. The passenger shouts bang which doesn't help with my autistic aversion to loud noises. I hope karma lets them meet a tree head on at some point in their evening. 

A couple walk down the road. From a distance he could be anywhere between 6'3" and 7 foot tall. He's also bald. You're not losing him in any crowd anytime soon unless he happens to be tying his shoelace at the point you turn in his direction to look for him.

A young couple are stood outside a pub all dressed up. He gives an air that he thinks he's the shit but his waistcoat actually screams snooker player. A young woman sits on a doorstep on the phone. It's half ten and I'm sure that's not how she planned to spend her Saturday evening. A large group is waiting to get on a bus including a topless guy in his 20s who flobs spit on the floor. Attractive sight. You'd hope you weren't sitting next to him when you'd all got on. To the north the horizon is a hue of blue sat atop of orange. It makes for a stunning vista and reminds you of the value of being present in the moment.

A middle aged couple walk across the other side of the road, he's got a lairy Hawaiian shirt and shorts on, she's wearing what looks like a straw hat but it's relatively dark and my eyes might deceive me. They do however give the impression they've probably been out for most of the day somewhere and are now going home.

I'm listening to Armchair Expert and they're doing the fact check section and surmising a nautical mile is longer than a standard mile. I make a mental note to check when I'm in. They were correct, it is indeed longer. Who knew? It also reminds me to check the Simpsons character - Comic Book Guy. I've not seen the Simpsons for maybe 25 years and my memory has not let me down. Well done brain.