Sunday mornings in Capaldi are always silent as if whole city is tired of week's work and rebounding with sleep. When the November sun rays fall over the Frosty Capaldi it presents a whole different scene.
"Ah.. One of last days of November. " Dylan signs, drinking coffee. He has always dreaded the ending of November. Part of it is because, it is his birth month, and a part of it is because, as December approaches, it become clear, crystal clear that another year is yet to end.
"And I have so much to prepare. "Dylan signs again and went back to work.
