tomorrow will see the last of my countless early morning walks through town to the railway station. i will glance at the church clock on the crooked church tower. i will be passed by the woman on her creaking moped and by the old lady on her morning walk. i will smile at her. i will look in through the window at the man who always seems to be sitting behind his desk in blaringly bright light. the chef of the restaurant that went bankrupt will be walking her dog. i will find my way past the construction work site. i will be handed the paper by the kind old man on the railway platform and i will say good morning to him.
i will miss those quiet early morning streets and their familiar faces.