it is a relief

The greenish-yellow light from the streetlamp outside is steadily being drowned by the blue light of dawn, the room is still dark, the furniture at the windows is visible but throws deep shadows that occlude most of the rest of the room. The piano opposite is barely visible, the closed door nothing but a black rectangle.

And the bright computer screen opposite, steadily taking up  these notes.

It was a night of coughing, the infection is taking it's course, the mouth suddenly unbearably dry, then suddenly the cough choking away the ability to breath. These new antibiotics are not working with any spectacularity.

And now the street lamp has given up any resistance to the approaching day and has gone out. They have a measurement device somewhere that will turn off the light as soon as the ambient light is bright enough.  This saves electrical power.


The morning is the same as yesterday, it is quiet and peaceful.
and the cough goes away as soon as the upper body is upright. That is surely not a cure, but it is a relief.

And now it will be time to read the news, the news on the net, try to avoid a surfeit of pictures, avoid heavily made up speakers talking time consumingly on some network program, Just read the articles of those who have something to say.