and if you stay still in some car parks, those with a bit of miserable shrubbage that you don't think could possibly be anything much, you will see the small quiet feathered and tailed residents creeping and flitting through, making a living along the edges we rarely notice
Sat waiting in a car listening to the rain drumming on the roof of variable densities is it’s own genre. It’s definitely outside the space of normal life. Remote & distant from life’s headaches, technically melancholy but with a peaceful pleasure. Sodden shopping centre car park