sitting at the table on a saturday morning seven thirty six.
Clocks ticking, keeping time, measuring out their steady beat, momentum versus gravity, and just a little bit extra, or it would be a perpetuum mobile, and that is not allowed. Not possible.
There are glasses on the table from last night, two bottles of water one of which is half full and the other empty.
There is silence inside and out, the cat has been released into the yard so that it may go about cat business.
A luxury cup of coffee, yet to be made.
Three bells from the church of Saint Martins, the big sonorous bells of saint Martins, followed by the distant tinkle of all the other bells of the small town.
Now it is time to get up and move, do the things planned.
The weekday routine of work and so forth is broken by a long weekend
Now, on a grey morning, after a flat grey dawn on the first day of October.
Clocks ticking, keeping time, measuring out their steady beat, momentum versus gravity, and just a little bit extra, or it would be a perpetuum mobile, and that is not allowed. Not possible.
There are glasses on the table from last night, two bottles of water one of which is half full and the other empty.
There is silence inside and out, the cat has been released into the yard so that it may go about cat business.
A luxury cup of coffee, yet to be made.
Three bells from the church of Saint Martins, the big sonorous bells of saint Martins, followed by the distant tinkle of all the other bells of the small town.
Now it is time to get up and move, do the things planned.
The weekday routine of work and so forth is broken by a long weekend
Now, on a grey morning, after a flat grey dawn on the first day of October.
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