A Scottish morning with a coffee

Walking in the the morning drizzle.

All along the coast after the hill.

Destined to get the newspaper.

The local post ofiice opens

I smile and take my bicycle.

The bicycle it sits nearby.

Sitting there awaiting

through the Summer.

To be repaired.

But now soon

Autumn will return

Likewise return the bike

Take it home

perhaps it will be fixed next year.