ninth day of the eleventh month

sleep badly, care with breathing, listen to the tinnitus. Doctor says its all stress related, drive one mad it would so it would. three in the morning the sons clock sounds, nipping away to itself. Son ignores, sleeps on , no snores. Climb up find clock, find switch on clock. Thats it.

back to bed.

grey light of dawn, morning overcast, listen to bialetti burbling away to itself, get up get dressed comb hair. out on street, down the lane.
Organ tones from Martins church sounding solemn. No person in the streets, no voices. Too early, too cold.
Mareis bakery,six pretzels, two each for sunday breakfast.
Martins church on its own in the middle of town, no cars no people. The highest brick spire in Europe, in the world.
home.
past the building sites.

home

Sunday breakfast