The steady sound of rain, falling on the roofs, the water then falling in drops upon the window ledges, the water splashing in the gutters. The street outside is sodden wet, all the cobbles glistening with the water running between the stones.
It is the sound, and that of the clocks, which leads to an internal peace, a peace of mind. Stillness in the middle of all those tiny noises, the noise of cars passing outside too, the sound changed from the rumble of the tyres on the cobbles to the hiss of the wet being displaced from under the wheels.
Sleep ended earlier than five today, yet there is no need to get up early. There is a doctor's appointment today, again. Time to listen to the story that the results tell, most likely they say that everything is in order, and nothing will explain why there are so few of the little corpuscles in the blood, why there is such a lack of oxygen in the system. Sleep has ended, listen to the sounding of the big bells of Saint Martin's church, the big church at the end of the alley. Then, there is the higher, jangly sound of the Jesuits bells around the corner. They start a little bit later.
The air is cold today, the rain and the other weather have caused the temperature to fall.And now tiredness is settling in again.
The appointment is at nine, that is another three hours.
It is the sound, and that of the clocks, which leads to an internal peace, a peace of mind. Stillness in the middle of all those tiny noises, the noise of cars passing outside too, the sound changed from the rumble of the tyres on the cobbles to the hiss of the wet being displaced from under the wheels.
Sleep ended earlier than five today, yet there is no need to get up early. There is a doctor's appointment today, again. Time to listen to the story that the results tell, most likely they say that everything is in order, and nothing will explain why there are so few of the little corpuscles in the blood, why there is such a lack of oxygen in the system. Sleep has ended, listen to the sounding of the big bells of Saint Martin's church, the big church at the end of the alley. Then, there is the higher, jangly sound of the Jesuits bells around the corner. They start a little bit later.
The air is cold today, the rain and the other weather have caused the temperature to fall.And now tiredness is settling in again.
The appointment is at nine, that is another three hours.
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