The morning air is foggy and chilly. A dull pallor colors the environs and life seems content in bed. Suddenly a gleaming black limo glides through the mist and stops near the curb. The rear window rolls down on slow motion. A wrist emerges with a crisp banknote. On automation, a young boy rises with the day’s news in hand. He runs towards the car, hands over the paper and grasps the note. The window rolls back up as the limo begins to roll away into the mist. The newspaper boy and I are left behind gazing long after the fog has swallowed the car whole. And then, the clouds part to reveal a little sunshine. Business as usual. It’s Thursday and with a crappy day at work… the weekend seems very far away.