Wake up on a chill morning (lucky to have such a thing in the middle of the summer)
hot Nescafe in a mug,
facing the Brownie-greenish mountains filled with scattered white clouds,
A walk to office from the tram stop on a cloudy day with full thoughts, pickup the phone as you reach you desk and then say “Hello All” … too much ...
Just reminds me of Robert Frosts lines from After Apple-Picking
“The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired...”
