The cat, croaking its morning greetings;no demands, for attention. It gets thrown out into the wintry hallway. Cat umbrage. Return for four minutes sleep, reach out, beep, alarm off. Teeth and clothing, gather the things needed, and let the cat in. Very angry cat. Humans should know by now! Open a fresh tin and give the animal its daily morning feed. Reset t&n clock, it has gone five minutes fast. Leave for the cold wet street, a blonde longhaired girl in winter coat and jack-boots approaches. Looks straight ahead slamming her hard heels into the pavement. Passing the now-gutted bakers store a jogger approaches, breathing hard. Cyclist passes in the other direction. All very lively. Good mourning at the bus stop. Another jogger in a black outfit, running with tiny steps and his hands by his side. Looks like sporty rag doll might look. And, smellable before visible, the short smoking shop woman passes.'
The station, the yellow square on the pavement, the long haired smoker talking to the teenie of rather advanced years, both outside the square enjoying their cigarettes in the rain, looking for trouble. He has a white plaster on his forehead, she has orange hair.
The coffee bar with your man with the skull tap, talking to the woman with the brown hand bag. Both at a small round table under a silent television showing black and white videos of a folk concert. Two guitars and a zither. Strange.
The building worker is there, at the counter, she not getting served.
It's time.
leave for the train.
Take the winter jacket off before boarding.
Find seat with table.
Blog all the way to Moos Burg.
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