Finding boxes, filling boxes. Saying goodbye to favourite streets. Last walks, last meals. Planning out our remaining days over beer and cheeseburgers at the first restaurant we visited in town, so many years ago. It's quiet. The last of the sun fades through the gaps in the curtains. Old men sit chatting quietly, leaving long pauses in their conversation. A young couple is laughing together, leaning on the table with their elbows. It's an appropriate last visit. It's a good time to make plans for something new.
