Sight: Mums sitting in cars scrolling through their phones.
An older woman wearing a baby pink tee is standing at the window of her house, behind the blinds, scowling at the cars parked in the street.
A green, lustrous hedge runs along a lemon concrete wall. The hedge is crooked, dipping in height.
Sound: A hollow drone of a muffler.
Cars doors opening and closing.
Power tools grinding in the distance, like a sander.
The low full thwamp of a bass beating from a cars sound system.
Scent: Rain coming
Taste: Sticky, musty, stale air.
Touch: the smoothness of my hand rubbing my jeans.
The warm rubber of the steering wheel.