Waiting on the quay

Great urban caterpillar

The hordes are back home

It is 19:30. I wait on the quay, at the terminus. When the train opens its doors, the exchange is rapid. People out, people in. There is already no more seating place. The rain adds a grim feature to the night setting down... People are like zombies, focused on one main idea. Going back home.

I am cold. I don't really want to go.

For the record, this is written while hungry and tired. Going to practice while I could stay home and nap with the little one. It is cold because the air-con is too low in the train. Add the humidity from the rain, it is even colder. And then when I will get out, I will enter the hamam. The humidity on the warm asphalt always turns in a suffocating atmosphere.

It doesn't look like Christmas is near. Lassitude is drowning me... Hopefully after practice the mood will rise a bit... Or not.

I am off...