Routine

Routine

Every morning, when he woke up, he saw the roof windows of the lower panel house opposite his room, which stood across the street. Whether the sun was shining, it was raining, it was cloudy, or the rainbow had just climbed, whether snow or hail fell, his gaze always fell immediately after waking up to the opposite house. They built the panel monster five years ago. Until then, he had a view of the forest Park, which was only a few hundred meters away from his house.
Depressive view
He goes there with a dog for a walk, sometimes with children for ice cream to the booth, which stands at the entrance to the Forest Park. But ever since the house was over, they could see nothing but the windows. And after what was used to look at the green surrounding this city area every morning, it was not a cheerful sight.