Happy I am this is not my town.
There’s an early morning vehicle that goes from some where in the village to a house. The vehicle makes a turn liike it is going on the highway, but makes a turn that takes it into a circular drive and, like some things, it use to make a stop in that drive while hidden from view of the majority of the village.
It then finishes the circle drive and re-enters the village and drifts on about it’s business.
Now the lady that lives in the house in the center of the circle is a widow and is seventy-eight years old.
The vehicle that makes the pilgrimage is eighty-one.
The time frame Ii’m speaking of is four-thirty to five thirty in the mornings.
I suppose it is true that seniors need less sleep.
From the reaches,