~ Night is almost gone, thin line of light is growing above the horizon. I am still here.
As always I`ll wait, there is nowhere to rush. Morning brings birdsong. New day comes to this place. Finally, slowly and grudgingly, like a sleepy cat, the first trolley bus drives up to my station.
It`s time.
~~~
I was here in the evening - https://www.artstation.com/artwork/L2PLzA
Thanks for the help with choosing words - https://www.artstation.com/hoine