sunless whitsun

Sit and muse, this is tiredness. It will not let go, it is clamped on the head, slows the mind.
One hour ago, got up, showered, brushed the teeth.
The cat got attention.

And all the while a feeling as if weights were attached to all the junctional joints of the body, a block of stone on the head.

Cabeca


A hat made by a stonemason, heavy.

The cat, endearing, preening, attention seeking.
The nice feeling of the fur under the hand stroking the bony head with the closed eyes.

What is wrong?
The family are asleep, the son and the wife.
The clocks are ticking, the oldest of them will be eighty years old soon


Read the news, listen to the life in the street, starting the day outside.


Let the day proceed

Whitsun Holiday, a day without sun
the day after Pentecost

Drink cold coffee, get on with the day
A day off work, with not trains, no early morning rush.

Notes.