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Road works

The sky is so grey today that the word, "WAIT", on the brand new pedestrian crossing boxes appeared to glow too brightly, seeming somehow lurid first thing in the morning.

My area turns into a very different place at night. I returned home on Tuesday, past midnight, feeling like I had got off the bus somewhere else, unknown. My road was closed entirely, blocked off, the cars trapped. Other roads had stray diggers, odd contraptions, and men in fluorescent jackets. Buses were still allowed through, but I think other traffic wasn't, but there was an odd assortment of caravans passing through, almost as if a circus was in town. I didn't know if the usual rules of the road applied, whether I should believe pedestrian crossings telling me to cross. I got home and laid in bed listening to the beeping and whirring sounds.

When I woke up the following morning, the roads had reverted to their usual busy selves, with people on their way to work or school, cars everywhere. The roads and pavements change though, and the street furniture, which maybe I wouldn't really notice, unless I look hard enough.