Sunday morning: I open my eyes and look at the two watches I have on the shelf, I realize that between one and the other there is an hour difference. Tonight the solar hour has changed (one hour back)!
Yesterday was Saturday and, in the morning, my brother was already busy bringing things from his room next to mine, to the new house. There were noises caused by the "movement" and I already knew that from then on it would be hard: a new situation not easy to get used to!
The bathroom had already emptied from his things and now the room was empty, with the door open. After having dinner with us he greeted us and I went to the room to follow the show "Tu si che vales" which, again this week, managed to make me smile, move and completely distracted me from thoughts and worries!
The awakening the next day, on Sunday morning, is a bit defunct; I know it's not a Sunday morning that starts by hearing my brother making coffee, or getting up with the curiosity to see if he's home, what he's doing. Even lunch together has a meaning because in his absence the lunch itself changes: the kitchen is no longer the same.
The bathroom this morning was still empty and so I started to do a bit of order emptying a glass that had remained with an old toothbrush brush and probably used brushes. I washed the glass and brought some of my stuff on the cabinet. Now perhaps the bathroom seems to be a little less empty but it is no longer as before: you feel that something has changed.
From here forward there will be a new story, the problem is perhaps that for now I see a loss and not an addition; I'll have to figure out how to turn this new situation around. 🙂
