Observing Nothing

I'm sitting at an ageing wooden bench. The smell is very neutral. The atmosphere is also quite tranquil. Apart from the reigning terror from above.

The sound is dominated mostly by the calls and chirps of birds and the rush of air inside a nearby inflatable screen. Ladies from the administration building continually come outside, sometimes twice in the short time i'm there, to sit nearby and smoke.

The grass has gone from a bright, vibrant orange to a deeper green with the sun passing. A slight but constant wind rustles the leaves on the trees and ground.

The rattle of bins being pushed dominates the ambience for a short time as they are piloted behind me by two men. Looks like fun. The air has grown slightly cooler.

A distant train roars and rattles on it's tracks. Nearby cars hum calmly as they drive past.

Two men have come and are having a quiet conversation. It seems they know each other. They both refer to the nearby projection screen in puzzlement.

The faint buzz of heavy traffic can also be heard. The birds have begun to get louder and are now squawking.

Due to it being the end of the day, people can be seen walking towards their cars. Mostly heads down. Hands full of books.