...Part 3...
When he leaves for some errands you turn on the television and channelsurf. You flip so fast that the words get cut into small hiccoughs, soon you don`t even register the pictures that fly by. You only see the snow on the screen between the channels. Soon you have a smoke and drink some lukewarm coffee. Your bored.

After a while you switch off the television. Pick up your beg and fill it with the necessary things. When you have finished your little packing, you go take a peek at your own reflection again just to be sure you look the same as earlier. Your zit is very red. But not to awful.

The clouds are still very heavy and the June drops of rain are clinging to the flowers in the gardens, to the grass and the leaves on the trees.
The pavement is still wet and your sneakers make little "splashes" as they move across the ground. The legs move swiftly to the tram station where you hop on a blue train that leads you to the center of town.

You think it seems meaningless what you are doing. And you are right it is meaningless. You get off at the next stop and walk by a cafe, you buy an ice mocha coffee and sit down in the park. You lay down in the grass using your jacket as a mat. Looking at the branches sway has always been an affectionate affair for you. Soon you doze off listening to the leaves whisper.