photo : Botanical Garden, Nelson, slow  life

My encounters, during my morning walks , vary according to the time of day . Earlier ( in Nelson, for me , that means around nine​ o’clock ), I come across workers who have got up much earlier than me and  need a coffee or  something sweet, the homeless ,  emerging from the mists of the cold night ( yes , there are homeless people in Nelson, a recent phenomenon ), the workers  walking or cycling to work  ( Nelson is said to have become the capital of cycling ). They are dressed according to the temperature high of the day, around ten  thirty or eleven , therefore contrasting significantly with my clothes that are appropriate for the actual  temperature  when I go out , which means that my large bag gets the surplus of  clothes , when the temperature rises . Around ten o’clock , the city wakes up and warms up , the dog walkers , those ready to do their shopping or prefer to go out when the sun is more convincing are added in a small hubbub which remains ordered and rhythmic . In other words , in a city where nothing happens, something always happens.