The next day Keith was up earlier than usual. Got dressed chewed on a piece of bread as he walked out the door. Down the steps he tried to be quiet, he lived next to his landlord, and while she said she couldn't hear him he didn't want to wake her at 5:30.
It was a bit cold, like you could see your breathe slightly. Chilly he'd tell someone else, if there was anyone at this time. This part was what he liked the most, a long quiet walk to the cafe then right to work. He usually didn't see anyone, maybe sometimes there was this one guy, running. But recently hadn't seen him, maybe his route changed, or maybe he finished his race Keith hoped.
The first part of the walk was busy, next to a busy road, next to a gas station, and
McDonalds
, the last part was nicer, on campus, if you took the long way you could sort of stay in the quiet area longer before emerging by the cafe. Keith liked this quiet, calm, just before going to the chaos. Not that his work was chaos, if anything it was slightly more active than an office job, but there was something different about it.
