21 October
The iron bridge was still cold. A barge passed under the arches heading east, and the water behind it stayed brown for a long minute. From the south bank the cathedral tower sat in a flat grey sky, closer than it looks on a map.
I stopped at the stone steps below the museum wall. Someone had left a paper cup on the third step. I carried it up to the bin by the tram wires and walked on toward the old crane.