As the hours grew wiser, so the air sharpened its needles. As the warmth flowed to your heart from talk of old times past and things soon to be, so did it sap from your fingers and toes, a zero sum game. Venus, which was once just above the tall chimney on that house over there, was now in the middle of the wide open sky, above that tree over there, or rather, out in the open, dancing above Highbury Fields, in full view of your bench and of all the others, having wandered without so much as a text message to say “Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be home late.” Of course, you’d have said, “I’ll leave the key under the mat, there’s a lasagne in the fridge, enjoy x”, if only she had let you know.