good mornings

leave the cat at the top of the stairs, and leave the house.
Turn to close the door, and see that there is light coming from the entrance to the neighbours house.
His door is open, he is looking out

Wish him a good morning.

Walk down the empty alley on the dark grey cobbles,  up the slope by the church, the new soup kitchen to the right.
Walk all the way down to the bus stop, avoiding the sand that is closing the openings made in the cobbles by the workmen laying pipes for the glass fibre data cables. Avoid that sand because the dogs and cats of the town abuse it for their convenience. It would be a bad start to the day, to step into a sausage of dog shit by mistake.

At the bus stop wish Dolores a good morning. She is all smiles these days. The bog cotton man is there too, smoking his morning cigarette.
Wish him a good morning too.

The bus arrives, and the taxi driver makes it just in time.

Wish him a good morning

all of these good mornings were returned.

But the smoker at the station is busy with other things, and there is no exchange of good mornings.