Ghost flower

So there I was, last person in the office as per usual, beavering away on a story about George Lucas. No really, I was. Outside the building, I hear an odd muffled sound...
Tssssssssk.....whump! Tsssssssk....whump!
It sounded like a brace of shaven-headed builders repeatedly tipping rubble down a chute somewhere in the next street.....or maybe a ruddy-faced landlord in a leather apron rolling a consignment of oaken barrels into a beer cellar somewhere nearby.....
It went on for quite a wee while, about 40 minutes....
Tssssk....whump!
Oddly hypnotic. Finally I was done with George, shut down, locked up and wandered round the corner in the opposite direction to the one I usually take, wanting to get a sense of where the noise was coming from, convinced that someone was doing some oddly timed building work......but no. It was actually a gaggle of mop-topped scallywag teenagers using the back of the office car park as a skateboard ramp! Right outside the windows! I wonder how long they'd been reconnoitring that?? Sick skills or sketchy? Stoked!
Way too much to drink last night...beer followed by wine, followed by...err, whiskey. No entirely coincidentally, I had what I believe you earthlings term a 'hangover' for much of the day.....I only started to feel vaguely energised again around 6pm.....
It's 11.15pm and there are still a few gleaming embers of the sunset in the western sky.....rad, gnarly, etc #midsummersunset