the sun ot up yet

awaken, and remove the alien blowing air into the nose, and relax for a few minutes more. The hops in the small back yard are doing their best to grow, even though their light is blocked by the surrounding buildings.
And off to the bathroom.
pddl tinkle.

Kitchen, it is only six thirty, make up the coffee machine with coffee ground last night. This makes less noise and causes less umbrage, keeps the peace for all.
The sound of the refrigerator grumbling to itself, working hard  this warm early morning.
Listen to people talk , their sound coming in off the street, the slam of house doors, the starting of cars.

and then a period of silence


It is being alone with a family of ones own. A family of three, each one on a course of their own, the value of home, even if it is in a form that was never planned or even expected.


and a car drives up the street, the driver not bothering to change out of first gear. It would be great if all cars were electrical, there would be peace but for the chatter of people on the street.

Traffic.









Suspicion of praises, pleasure at receiving them. Such a complete absence of criticism is almost obscene, strange.