early on the way to work

awake, it is early, there is no way that sleep will come again.
Four bells sound outside, from the many church towers of Landshut, a discordant medley. It is getting light, birds are singing.

Get up, go to the loo, the bathroom
banho
Think of learning Portuguese, there is work today.
It is four thirty in the morning.
Switch off the alarm, delete the alarm by mistake.
Sleepy, but not tired.
The cat wants attention.
Perhaps she is perplexed, why up so early?
Shower.
The cat is lying on her back, purring, on the stones in front of the bathroom. Bend down, scratch her head. She tries to catch the hand, not realising that her claws cause humans pain.
Put on the clothes laid out the night before, make coffee.

And by the time the coffee is made, and drunk, it is half past five.
The alley is bright, and up ahead there is a man using the solitude of the early morning to walk up the middle of the road. He is wearing black trousers and a business shirt. Round the corner, and see him up ahead closing in on a large Bavarian sports utility vehicle. He opens the door with the radio key, gets in and starts the engine.

Another one early on the way to work.