Now it's Tuesday Morning

The sky is milky, soft, hazy, not a branch moving, silence, shades are down in the hospital windows, worker cars parked on my side of the road, four birds flying in unison over the tree tops and silence. A new day has begun. There are four white cars on the tarmac this morning. The others are of darker shades of blues and blacks. It is silent, a little bird on the roof top and the trees are still. The sky is pale blue bright, and silence reigns. A new day begins. I will be back, going off to fill my coffee cup.