Sunday. Warm, too warm. The blue sky reminds me of the last tear drop before the storm. Soon the sky will cloud over, send globs of white light running to the ground. I'll stand in the cool of labour and wait as time rains down, lost in the drag of boredom. It's slow, only a few customers mingle in; each looking for the same specific thing. And in the moments between customers my co-worker and I will share a cringe of disgust behind a fake expression, being sure the next customer won't see us. Outside people walk by in clouds of heat, bodies moist with perspiration. Some look okay, others don't. A slight breeze picks up and the leaves spin out of control in the corner beside the trees, taking us away into a vision reserved only for those who can see outside.