four

 And just at the bridge the legs feel tired, it is getting difficult to walk at all. Five kilometres will have to do. Walk past the café, the bakery one, and see that all the spaces are filled with women, a few with their small children, all enjoying breakfast away from home  on a shopping Monday.

Walk past them, go up another alley, and then turn left to go into an arcade that leads between two parallel streets. Come out at the noisy beer garden, they are just starting the days work.

It will be necessary to lie down at home, the body does not feel up to much at all.

And the mind does not either. Strange vision and hallucinations come as the body drops back off to sleep. Perhaps it is a cold, or influenza, who knows. Last night was difficult, and awakening at four was silly, but then it was not deliberate.