bowed shoulders, dragging feet

Wed 20th of february, 2019

Awaken, look at the luminous hands of the watch, it is five past five.

The alarm did not sound. Go over to the small table to look, and see that the loudspeaker on the

tablet has been silenced. It is sounding alarm, but silently.

Hurry to the bathroom, urinate, wash the teeth, electric toothbrush buzz. Return to the

bedroom, there is time that needs to be made up. Let out the cat, find socks and shirt, shirt and pants.

ALL ready on time.

There is a cyclist coming up the alley, well muffled against the cold, headlamp cutting through

the dark in an electronic diode blaze. He looks up suspiciously in passing.

A shadow crosses the end of the street, just to be seen out of the corner of the eye. Upon rounding the sharp corner, see that it is a man in track suit,

a fleece, bowed shoulders, dragging feet. He is heading for the passage between the houses.

The moon is really fat today, hovering over the

old houses.
Being picturesque.