As I crouched taking this picture with the camera on my phone I heard feet pounding up behind me. Turning swiftly I, rather belatedly, caught sight of the hectoring police notice urging people to take care of their valuables complete with a helpful pictogram of a mobile phone and a handbag.
The rapidly approaching feet were attached to two males, early 20s, both about six feet tall, hoods pulled right over their heads and obscuring most of their faces, the waistbands of their jeans clinging precariously to their upper thighs presumably by some sort of frictive interaction with the boxer shorts beneath, most of which were clearly visible above.
When they reached me, they stopped.
“D’yer like that?” one asked, jerking his hood towards the tree.
“Yes” I answered. “I’ve just taken a picture of it.” No point in trying to disguise the obvious. “It looks like a really sweet gesture.”
“Did yer see the other one?” asked the second shrouded figure, jerking his hood back down the road in the direction from which we had all come.
“Yes” I said. “I took a picture of that one as well.”
“Yeah” said the first, “there’s not enough love in the world. What we all need is more love.”
And with that they carried on ahead, purposefully as before.
“Yes,” I said. Yes.