I was born in Windsor and returned there 2 years ago. The place had changed as things do. I asked a man what the time was and he told me his cat was dying. I said I was sorry and asked it’s name. It’s name was Billy. He walked away down the river toward a row of houses of which none of could have been his. The swans remained and I went to look at them a while. I wish I could say at that time the sun was setting but it wasn’t. The sun didn’t exist that day but had been muted by saturated cloud. And though my tax disc had run out I got in my car and drove home. The short distance home.
