I'm up early this morning.
Another watery, pale sun is rising over the housetops to the east down
the street, and above the changing autumn trees.
The renovation work is done on the cottage but the windows are so dirty.
The window cleaner is due here at breakfast time.
Coffee is made. Perhaps a croissant will be warmed and the pot
of homemade fig jam offered.
"Rain, rain go away, my window cleaner is coming today."