Nothing, nothing, then the washing machine spinning away downstairs.
The dog at my feet (middle toe poking through left sock) sleeping off an excited visit to the park.
Black coffee in a small black cup.
A mobile telephone, battery at sixty seven percent.
A neglected (ignored) Linguistics textbook sitting on the table in front of me.
Worker’s from the butcher shop, standing in the courtyard smoking cigarettes and discussing the chance of rain.
And a sky that will prove all three of them wrong.