An undistinguished day.
In fact to be fair rather a good day as Feridun was in it.
Morning hours wasted in dad’s office, then the crowd of Saturday rain in Caddebostan.
Weather is as cold as ice. Something which has the sound of rain but which also looks like snow falls on earth. A cup of Cristmas tea for me, a cup of Haitian coffee for him…
The sun emigrates, dusk comes. Feridun goes back home, and so do I…