The Avenue

The Avenue it is a delight to get up early, say, six o'clock the day smells fresh and the Avenue so busy at day time looks comely and the many commercial banks look coy as do the hair salons, nail bars and the yoga club. it is is a wealthy neighbourhood, my wife cuts my hair and she goes to a modest hairdresser in a part of the town more modest. Why I can´t understand is why people sleep so late get up at ten when the best part of the day is over, dormant under skeptical duvet breathing in the stale air of slumber that has lasted too long. Coffee is right in the morning I get mine at the petrol station I drink my coffee and talk to no one and the dogs taking their owner for a stroll have stopped barking at me wagging of tails instead.