Friday evening. The school year is just beginning, but autumn has not yet come into its own, so it’s warm and sunny outside. This week inherited from summer the increased duration of daylight hours and warm air, and from autumn it adopted amber foliage, as if the air had frozen in resin, in the bizarre shapes of leaves. The leaves crunch the floor under your feet as you wearily walk to the bus stop. You have been sitting for some time waiting for transport, when suddenly you smell smoke. A man approaches a bus stop and talks to someone on the phone, without noticing you, and leans back against the wall of the bus stop and seems to end the call.

...Now to hang around at the bus stop.

He says displeasedly, blowing smoke out of his nose.