Quiet Morning

静かな朝

With the plaid on her shoulders, Olga went to the window. She looked outside, where the bustle of the city streets was already in full swing. People were rushing back and forth like bees in a hive, busy with their own affairs and concerns. Cars hummed, expressing their symphony of movement, and the sounds of street vendors and the murmur of conversations traveled to Olga's window like distant echoes.