Going to Work

The train stopped for some unknown reason. I didn't care.

Was thinking that the view out the window would be more exciting if the balls were ice cream.
Preferably pistachio.
Not melting ice cream.
Pistachio not-melting-ice-cream to last all summer.

I didn't sleep much last night. Daydreaming started before 7 am...

18:50; 23° and once again pouring