morning, and later, much later

 There is the sound of the first aircraft of the day flying in to Munich Airport taking a turn over Landshut. It is five twenty seven, and it is chilly.The balcony door open, keeping the air in the room cool. There are the sounds of other people in the near neighbourhood. Maybe there will be a short return to the care of the god of sleep before getting up and making breakfast and starting the day.
There is also now the quiet sounds of commencing traffic outside, it is Monday, and it will be a matter of minutes before it gets really noisy. A single church bell outside rings three times, this is strange for it is only five thirty five now, what does that signify. Perhaps some setting has become undone.
Going to bed early last night was probably a good idea, feel wide awake today. There was the sound just now of the front door closing, perhaps the wife has gone off to work now. Summer is past now, though a hot spell is forecast for this week. After the cold weather of the last few weeks, this is something to look forward to.

It will be another quarter of an hour until breakfast.
That awakening at six this morning was a bad manoeuvre, fell back to sleep and that was that. Breakfast is done. It is simply time now to get over the indolence of the last few weeks.
Or maybe, that of the last few years.