As Sunday begins
the wind blows empty cider tins along the street
quite musical if somewhat fanciful.

I don't expect that the coffee is going to make itself
so I suppose that I'd better put on some clothes and
toddle off to the kitchen,

there's always something to do
time allows for that.

It's going to rain or maybe not
I hope not but it might if the
weather forecast is right.

okay coffee time
and
time allows me that.