Well, this was also rather disappointing. The last time I had gone out at such an early time it was a work of magic. There still was a veil of dead tranquillity filling the air. As though the bedsheets of the night had already been lifted but the world was still dormant awaiting the rise of the sun to start a new day, it felt as if I was walking through this void between day and night, between awake and asleep. The streets were silent and the world was calm.
Less so today. Because the daily nuisance of breakfast had delayed my departure, when I had gotten out the faint shadow of the night had already been repelled by a grey light. The sun could not be see in its ascent since clouds hid the entire sky, and the valley was already filled with the gurgling of cars streaming back and forth to either side of the river, whose sounds of gentle waves were flooded by the monotony of rubber grinding down on the hard asphalt, only briefly broken up by the sound of a screaming seagull, of which there were more assembled at the currently dried up banks of the Rhine as I had seen here before.
When I returned from the promenade onto the streets, they had already littered with humans, seizing the air with their constant chatter and the muffled thunder of engines propelling forth bodies of metal on their way to work and school...
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