Good Morning July

The day is still young and the sun a little shy, she's hiding behind a few downy clouds. The streets are deserted at this time of day, not a single soul is outside. Most houses are still sleeping, their doors shut and their blinds let down like heavy eyelids. It's a majestic feeling to walk in the middle of the street, to walk in silence and observe everything around me.

I pass a few shops, a car rental place, an oriental carpet store and a danish mattress warehouse. In the empty parking lot of a huge supermarket I see a black bird. He's picking on something that looks like a left-over piece of bread, probably remnants of last night. He gives me a quick glance, tilts his head as if to say hello, and returns to his breakfast.

I walk by and smile. At the bird, and at the thought of last night. Soon I reach a larger road with cars driving by. They come around the corner and accelerate their speed and my headache at the same time. A red light is interrupting my walk. Standing on the sidewalk I look up in the sky and take a deep breath. It's a beautiful sunday morning. The light turns green, and I keep walking.