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Night Wanderers

What are they doing those seemingly restless souls that are out at 3 or 4 in the morning? They are not striding like me but shuffling, ambling slow. They have no purpose. Is it insomnia? Or homelessness? Or something worse? This morning there was a man in a huge hairy hat snuffling about in a dustbin. And then later I saw an elderly couple walking together down Llanbadarn Road towards town. She was all muffled up, but elegantly so. She was tall and stately with a grey bob. He was more bent, wore and anorak and carried a small overnight bag. Were they going to the station? Surely not, there’s no train till 5.30 am. They too walked slowly, and apart.

I watched the van from No 21 the florists on Chalybeate Street drive up to one of our neighbour’s houses yesterday afternoon. The driver dashed out with a large bouquet in his hand. A nice gesture. I would’ve thought it of him. Is is a sign that they are still in love after all these years – what is it 30?

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.