walk in the breeze
My bag was heavy. I walked for more than ten minutes from the parking lot to here. I might heart my finger on the way. Anyhow, I arrived at this bookstore with a small cafe. If something stops my writing, it is the time to go on another way. A cup of coffee might be enough to pass this time.
The bridge where I'm walking is nearly breaking with sound. I'm hearing. Whenever I hear that kind sound, I can jump on to another bridge just to keep walking. By the way, my road is going on.
Something has always passed. I'm just drinking a cup of coffee. Another autumn breeze already begins to blow. I have also noticed the existence of the breeze. It's new, actually.
I moved my car to other parking lot. It's not free and costs one-hundred yen per hour from ten o'clock. Actually, I hesitated to do that. But tonight, I thought I should do that. But I don't like to pay another hour.
For the time being, I came back here. I only have a cup of coffee. It's already cold in my cup. Today I've decided to use my time till eleven. Because I'm already sleepy, I'd like to go to bed as soon as I went home.