After a tedious morning of report reading, with no exciting conclusions to be drawn, Evelyn was glad to be outside, even though she could hear the drone of traffic and the occasional screech of a motorbike above the cooing of the pigeons gathering near her feet. But there was freshly mown grass, there were bright red geraniums and blue salvias planted in rows, heads up to the sun, just like her, and this quiet little square did not appear to have been discovered by any of her colleagues, nor was it a haunt for comatose tramps at this time of day.
I like this piece of descriptive writing.
