This morning, I happened to look out of the kitchen window as I was pouring me some water.
The carpark was almost completed. It was still surrounded by yellow barricades and there was no one around. The sky was a plain shade of grey and blue. It was 7am and yet there was not even a word from the school-goers. I found that a bit strange, but I loved it.
It seemed like the morning was mine.
I got back an hour ago, passed by the carpark without giving it a second glance. But when I walked up the stairs, I suddenly realised that there were cars in the carpark!
So it was completed.
And the peace is no more, broken by the brightness of the headlights and the soft purr of the engines..
To bed, mf, to bed...