heart, two views

The lights in the yard are still glowing dimly, the power that the sun gave them running out now, just before first light. The sky is not really dark anymore, it is paling towards dawn. The watch says that it is early, and 

fall back to sleep.

Awake, the light outside is brighter, and the small solar lanterns hanging from the wire in the yard have almost gone out . Unsteady, but go to the bathroom, go have a shower. The shower head has been left in the tray by the son, an untidy habit of his, an untidy habit like so many other habits of his.

The shower is warm, the soap cleans away the sweat of sleep.

Find a fresh shirt in the chest of drawers, Skandinavian, Swedish well designed and cheap.

Try it on, realise that it is too light, take out another.

Underpants from the drawer in the wardrobe, socks from another drawer, and trousers from yet another.

That is all.

Then the cat espresses a desire to jump onto the knees, let her up.

And that is all, because it is time to make coffee, a routine, that will lead to heart failure one day maybe but not today.

And just as all is done, and departure nears, the son gets up, he suggests making coffee, say no need any more.

And then a goodbye hug, see you this evening.

It is a joy, a pleasant thing.

a hug from the heart.