It's all clear now. Walking in the dark, trying to get home before 7.05, still a long way to go, and there is too little time. And I don't care. I pick up the pace, nevertheless, walking in big, long strides.

I pass the shops and cross the road at where should be pedestrian lights. There are much less people here and a friendly wind is blowing. I take off my hat and let the wind through my hair. The streetlights are just being turned on, shining pink-red, still not giving too much light.

The day has been busy, but good. I am thinking, it could have been more efficient. Could have been - and then I look to my left, because I can feel something, someone I can hardly see but I know him, I know it's him, and he is looking at me as he flies away on his bike, looking back to his right, then lifting his hand to wave at me, the very moment I lift mine.