Good morning. The same old cheerful voices echo through the streets.
The sparrows on the power lines bid welcome to the day.
The children’s satchels rattle with laughter.
From the croquette place wafts a delicious aroma.
An early-rising shopper on his way back from radio gymnastics.
Better hurry up, Black Cat, or I’ll leave you behind.
The same old faces, the same old friends, the same old town at morn.