5:57am - Anna

Every morning at 5:57am I see the same lady on the same stretch of road at the same time every day.

She is always talking to herself. I don't know what she says because I am usually on the other side of the road. She is quite large and perhaps in her seventies.

I don't know where she is going at 5:57am. It's still dark then. The stars and moon are out. Sometimes it's frosty.

Where does this woman go at 5:57am?