Another Monday Morning

You sit for a while. A girl walks by trailing a small dog. It tries to stop so it can sniff at your ankles, but she she yanks the leash, dragging it onward.

Nothing much is happening. You look upat the grey sky. A bird flies past an lands in a nearby tree. It's some sort of crow. Could that be a sign? It's doubtful.

A man walks past, smoking a cigarette.