Watchful Street Light

Observer

Here I stand as a watchful observer of the people in the flat opposite. Through the dark, and through the cold driving rain, when they have lights on, I can make certain things out. Things that I do not always understand. The man and women in that flat showed up a few weeks ago; no one told me they were coming, or for how long they are staying.

The man spends much of his time at a small table in front of a small device with a keyboard and screen, or he is standing along a wall of appliances. The women spends much of her time with her back to me while seated in a reclining position with either a book or a different small device with a screen. What are they doing? Why are they here?

Both of them frequently leave the flat together; they hold hands. What is that all about? More things I don't understand. Sometimes, they leave the flat separately. And when they do that they are dressed in unusual ways; not like the other passers by. He wears shorts. Who wears shorts in this cold damp rainy climate? And she, I don't know how to say this, she wears, she wears... She wears some kind of outfit. Who is going to believe this. Wish I had a camera.