now is 6:47 clock. In three other houses on fire and light. Twice a kitchen, one bathroom. Previously, the time was a kind of play from me. When I got round about this time, I stood with my coffee to the kitchen window and looked at one by the window, behind which light was burning. I went through the typical early risers professions and wondered which of my neighbors were probably stood for any reason at this time.
the family with school age children was clear. On the same floor also lived the single woman who always stood up at the crack of dawn. On the techno guy from the wing, 2nd OG was also reliable. Sometimes burned in the house next door in a room of light. With a first look at the Twitter timeline, I imagined that the man had been there the whole night awake, and soon would crawl into bed.
then is a connection. As when I go on Saturdays at 7 clock with the S-Bahn. The amount of passengers is divided into alcohol corpses and at the end. Alcohol is one body, one thinks most anything. If it does, a little sympathy is with those who are this morning about this time on the way to work. I was on the side of workers (estimated Friday night rather early to bed, freshly showered, coffee in hand), presented a sense of solidarity one. In itself, that is just as daft as the feeling of compassion, but only in passing.
I rarely involuntarily and usually my biological clock following'm awake at this time, I need to smile more easily. I can enjoy the atmosphere located above the city of silence, cautious. It's like any careful not to sound too much just give of themselves.
The gentle awakening else gets in danger.
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