Other people, elsewhere

I am taking a (not necessarily very well earned) break for coffee so as to scrape my eyes off the screen and I notice a busy outside world with people busily going about their busy business.

In the last three minutes, whilst I slurp, pedestrians have passed each other, up and down the heaving street, speaking with people who are not there.

A business-man instructing his staff of multiple tasks to complete, back in the office.

The van driver requesting clarification on a delivery, 'is it this one or that'?

Multi-tasking mum with perfect pushchair maneuvering skills, texting whilst steering a sleeping child.

Young female enthusiastically sharing what 'he turned round to me and said', then 'she said' then 'he was like...'.

What first looks to be a crowd is actually a collection of individuals, all communicating; not to each other but to people who are not standing on the street, they are possibly not even in this city and maybe not even here in this country.

Other people, elsewhere.

I imagined with delight what it would be like...to be there, where they might be...on the other end.

And now I am back in front of that computer screen...yet again.