It sounded like pee

In the wet city we were like fancy fish, trying not to catch or get caught by the cold.

In the glory light we were like heroes, lit up by the late low sun.

In the bar we were like gypsies, singing and swaying and stealing evil stares.

In the toilet a drunk man stumbled into the stall and spilled Heineken into the water, which sounded like pee.

The streets began to shine.