A German habit

Still dark, get up. The body signals that it is time to go to tthe bathroom, go, return. In the kitchen, take an apple, eat.
It is before seven, but there is light and there are sounds coming from the son's room. Look in, there are three monitors glowing amidst a most awful mess, stacks of things, dismembered computers, monitors both digital and analog, there is the son, studying something on the big analog screen that is his favourite. He ets up, and suggests that we go to the cafe, early, to avoid the crowds.

Go back to the bathroom, take a shower. Use the towel hanging from the hook to dry the damp body and the wet hair.

Then make a cup of coffee, in the usual way, and sit down at the small desk, to read the news. See that Justice in America has lifted her blindfold over her right eye. The woman with the scales threatens to have lost her balance.

Then join the son for a morning walk through a damp dawn October town, past the still-sleeping church. Even on a Sunday, the priest is not up, and the organist is not awake yet either.
Be first at the cafe, order a cup of coffee, the son takes a coke from the rack, cake and a brezel, all in all , that is a breakfast.
Take the trays with the purchases out to one of the tables in the street. Sit and eat and drik and talk a bit.
A few tables further on a man starts to re- arrange the tables, putting two together, in expectation of his friends. A woman joins him, she is carrying a tray.
And that is the end of the mornings peace and quiet. The couple are joined by another wome
An, and all commence a shouted conversation.
A German habit

So that is the end of breakfast, commence a walk about town, along the river, over the bridges, by the power plant, admire the displays of all the shops, all closed for Sunday.