sunday silence

the five in the morning habit will not even let go on weekends now, up and about and typing notes. Finish up the cold coffee to avoid making noises that would waken the family. Even the nocturnally active kitten sleeps this morning in its new found jungle of civilized family life.
The light in the bedroom was colourless grey, the light in the sitting room a warm yellow in the reflection from the house opposite. A colour showing the one-time influence of the church in that building. Now it is a family home.

There is hardly another sound in the streets as Martin’s bells sound three times, the sound muffled behind the double glazing. Open the window and the distant sound of an aeroplane can be heard, pigeons, hawks, and one by one cars rumbling over the main street’s cobblestones, driving past the end of church alley on their way to god knows where.
The hawks are screaming continuously as the bells of saint Martin’s church sound once.
Thus, you will understand that despite the silence, there are single sounds to be heard, the loudest ones being anthropogenetic.

Think of the days resolutions:
Dust the furniture survaces in the sitting room
Find the cost of postage to china
Fill out that medical form
Make up my room

That will do, work tomorrow, serving those that think that they are the only ones needing service.