The sky is wonderfully clear.
The sun casts a long lost shine on the air, as if life is freshly minted and new and wonderful. Blossom is beginning to creep across the dark branches. The daffodils have come out by the church on the common and prompted an unnatural burst of custom towards the nearest flower seller. There is more than a sniff of Spring in the air and a hint of excitement about the whole damn town...
..and then you look down at the pavement and discover a used condom sprawled before your feet.