Oh the people you’ll meet

This morning I am sitting at a kitchen table in a quiet upper story apartment in Leeds. I am keeping company with a pair of pigeons and a silent army of stone spires lining the lichen-covered slate rooftops just over the narrow cobble lane below my window. Outside, I hear the morning noise of cities the world over - busses, demolition, the whine of a drill, the slightly frenzied stop and go of traffic.