Quiet, but for the roar of the cars passing outside
Quiet, but for the tolling of the big bell from saint Martins church, eight in the morning.
quiet beginning to the day.
The cat was asleep on the foot of the bed.
The son has taken to sleeping on the sofa again,
another car passes, the tyres louder because of the rain-damp cobbles.
And there is the ticking of the wall clock, the electric Brillie clock repaired some time ago. Perhaps saying repaired is just self-praise, it was made to run again.
Today is Sunday, the day after the day spent recovering from the past Saturday and from the previous week.
Tomorrow the week will sttart again.
A freshly made coffee.
And a thought of the months holidays due to start the week after next
all of August.
And now the son is up, and he wants to go to the cafe on this rainy day.
Quiet, but for the tolling of the big bell from saint Martins church, eight in the morning.
quiet beginning to the day.
The cat was asleep on the foot of the bed.
The son has taken to sleeping on the sofa again,
another car passes, the tyres louder because of the rain-damp cobbles.
And there is the ticking of the wall clock, the electric Brillie clock repaired some time ago. Perhaps saying repaired is just self-praise, it was made to run again.
Today is Sunday, the day after the day spent recovering from the past Saturday and from the previous week.
Tomorrow the week will sttart again.
A freshly made coffee.
And a thought of the months holidays due to start the week after next
all of August.
And now the son is up, and he wants to go to the cafe on this rainy day.
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