Regrets

Sometimes, when I walk to work before really having woken up, I faintly catch the scent of events going on around me, but saunter sleepily on without paying any real attention to them.

Then, a few steps later - when it's too late - I suddenly realise that, actually, the scene was intriguing enough that it really would have been worth checking out more carefully.

That I will now never know the story behind the morning with the lady, the older gentleman, the brushes and the mysterious tantalising cloth is one of my bigger regrets in Germany, and in life generally.