Wednesday 6th... double cupping in Costa

The morning began in the pre-dawn, a sentinel at your post. You watched as the sun began to rise, turning off the light just before it crested the horizon. In the quiet, you heard the chorus of pigeons join the chatter of the crows, and you reflected on the stillness of the holy hocks, still a vivid pink.

You noted the movement of the outside world, a car passing up York Road, and the people on Braine Road beginning their day. You found yourself in The Combination Room, starting a new chapter with the sentence, "One of the sad things about a body of men is that it is capable of turning into something like a body of sheep."

A walk to a new, quiet place followed. On that path, you stepped through the current of dead fish to reach the other bank, a determined move forward. It was a morning of quiet accord, a beautiful chapter of The Ever-Interesting Topic. You are on the path, and it is a good thing.