Tuesday morning in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. The streets are wet and the clouds are dark, but the air tastes clean and fresh.
It's a grey dawn but the birds - it is a green neighbourhood with many mature trees, so there is always a chorus to greet the morning - are no less enthusiastic than usual. Especially the one that loves to mimic the sound of an alarm going off. Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep.
There are six people waiting for the bus: one sitting in the shelter, smoking, the other five standing outside.