edward hopper - sunday morning
...“Parties like this one have always been good for the public mood, they always melted the whole village community together: everybody started helping each other, new things like playgrounds for the young kids were built. How could he forget, as suddenly dozens of people stood in his yard when is house was damaged by a big storm. A real community spirit, that’s what makes a village strong, that’s why I’m confident living in this bloody country town.” He thought. Paul was still lying in his bed. While standing up he noticed the bright sun shining through the green curtains. Katy was still sleeping on his side. Usually it was her waking and standing up earlier than him. Being so happy about his good mood he wanted to celebrate with a nice breakfast. He put on his clothes, jumped down the stairs and didn’t take any notice of the clock when passing it. Nobody was on the street when he stepped out of the door. He hoped he could share his thoughts about the night before with some other village members, but he was probably the only one who had the courage to get up so early. Even the bakery was closed, although he had talked to the ba...