Learning to relax

From the outside in.

The flats are red, a terracotta really,
and it is night and there is the lightest
dusting of snow on the zinc roof

There are lights.
There are lives.

Someone is making postcards,
drawing and lettering.
Another watches an unseen TV.
A third listens to music on
enormous, curly wired, headphones
whilst chain smoking

I have my light off so I can observe unseen,
I hope.
I am trying to learn,
I am trying to understand how to relax

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