the night and the day are the same, the day spent trying to stay awake and the night spent trying to sleep.
Both the same.
Bother.
the one is light the other dark, not grey as they would be.
But they are the same in quantities.
and now the nights are longer and the days are shorter.
less time trying to stay awake and more time trying to sleep.
The sound of the son's alarm at seven,
he had said that he would awaken to go into the cafe.
So he makes a cup of coffee and brings the same to his fathers bed.
There is the sound of falling rain outside, air fresh damp and cool comes in through the window.
Now get up, and go to the kitchen.
The kitchen is a disgusting mess.
This is a bad start to the last day of the weekend, one of a whole series of Sundays of diminishing daylight,
Untill the next solstice
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