Today was the first day that I was out and about in town since my return from Australia. The weather had a decidedly cool bend to it and the Austin uniform of jeans and a t-shirt required an additional layer for comfort.
It was that rare sort of silent and cool fall. I know the same amount of bodies are in the same volume of space, but somehow the exuberant cacophony of voices seems to have vanished. I could hear only a few children at the playground across West Road and the rustle of the leaves in the trees.
I stood briefly in a patch of sun and listened for conversation, voices, yells, anything.