nixsight

I just walked past a sign that read “DEJA VU”. And then a few moments later, walked past it again.
Afterwards, across the street, a tiny blonde boy (must have been about five or six) called for my attention by name, and directed me to watch an old lady in big pink moonboots, who, once I was watching, did a kind of soft shoe shuffle across the road, gently splashing water up from scattered puddles, to the boy’s squealed delight.
It’s going to be one of those days.