silent

 Five thirty six in the morning and breakfast is done, the preparations for the day ahead are begun. What kind of madness is this? It is still dark outside, and it is comparatively warm. 

The birds start to sing as it gets lighter, twittering and chirping. The cooing pigeons are silent, they will sound later. It is just before dawn, the sky is now brightening visibly. There is no reason not to be content with things, but it is not so. The pictures that had not been deliverable yesterday will need to delivered today. They were viewed yesterday, everyone says that they were good, well, either everyone is polite or the work is satisfactory. Get rid of the stuff, and look for the next job.

Life in this small town is easy, everything can be reached on foot. It is possible to go to an early morning bakery for breakfast, perhaps that will be later. For now enjoy the open window with the sound of the cars on the cobbles coming in . The small birds have stopped their song for now, a single crow emits caws in groups of four, then makes a pause and is 

silent.