Envy

This morning a woman went past me on a bicycle. She was wearing the coolest jacket in the history of warm outerwear. It had a dark grey leather body, very soft, close-fitted in a bomber style, cropped. And then it had a large floppy wool collar, thick waistband and thick ribbed woollen sleeves, made out of black wool flecked all over with silver glittery sparkles. I was so jealous that I came to a halt and stared at her as she cycled by. I don't know what else I've thought about since but it's not much.