Out for a walk

Creaky old road sign and flowers.
People racing home from work on a Friday evening, driving like loonies.
Birds singing wildly as dusk falls.
The smell of barbecues.
Proto conkers falling off the horse chestnut trees.
Ogling other people's houses and critiquing them, probably unfairly.
Observing signs of lounging youths in the alleyway.
Welcoming the return of our lovely, quiet road.
Considering ourselves lucky where we live having such nice neighbours.