They sit in the beer garden that afternoon for the first time this year, the sun finally strong enough to warn the metal chairs. Here, protected from the spring wind, you could almost imagine another city - one where drinking refreshments outside did not require perfect conditions or immense fortitude. It would be better to be in such a country, he felt. Conversations would be easier with more sunshine. Topics would hold more interest, less banality. It wasn't true of course - humans can find hate and anger, boredom and pettiness anywhere regardless of the weather. But the thought made him feel better for a moment as he sipped his beer and tried to imagine being somewhere else. Palm trees, he decided, would definitely help. He was just imagining gently swaying fronds above when her voice cut though sharply. He opened his eyes quickly, disoriented, to find her staring at him expectantly. Another opportunity gone, another grain in the hourglass of trying to understand each other irretrievably lost.
She sighed. He wasn't listening again. She wondered why she bothered, but not being introspective by nature that was as far as the thought went. Had she progressed down this path of curiosity things may have turned out differently.
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