harmony

Today is Christmas eve, the 24th of December in the year two thousand and nineteen, just count the days now until the years end.
The cat is on the window sill, she is purring and looking out at the grey eight o'clock morning, the sound of single cars rumbling on the cobbles outside, doors slam, silence.

The cat jumps down from the window sill and walks acrosss the big living room to the kitchen, she is to be heard there now, purring loudly, inspecting the plate where she imagines her food should have been freshly placed today. Hear her wander around, jump up onto the workbench that the wife placed into the kitchen, then jump down again wander around. If purring is a sign of happiness, then that is a happy cat. She returns to the living room, and jumps onto the table, there is the man, early risen, writing on the computer. How does a cat assess a person sitting still at a table, looking at a glowing surface and stroking the keys in front of the screen. Perhaps it is all just boring, she jumps down from the table and up onto the window ledge again.

Clocks ticking, remember that there are clocks to be repaired yet.
The family is asleep, but for the father, thinking of the sadness that is christmas, an estranged family, a group held together more because of necessity than desire.
The mess in the kitchen needs to be tidied and cleaned, the son baked cookies yesterday.
For Christmas.
He is a fifteen year old teenager, Christmas and harmony are important to him. He still needs and wants protection.

For a few years more he deserves it.
Harm and harmony, is there a relation, what will the arguments and dissatisfaction look like this evening?