28.3-20/4.
There is a faint memory of the mornings alarm remaining, fading into all the other memories of that beeping box. After a night of deep sleep and short wakefulness the cat presents its morning performance, keen on food and on those petting units... 'The bathroom with the cold floor, the cold wash and that old shaving machine with its rotating knives and cutters. and that puffy grey-haired face in the mirror with half closed eyes..
The cat fed, the glasses found, the jacket donned. the bag over the shoulders; and the stairs descended. The light is cool and grey in the street.
The bus stop and the." gumong" lady waiting. Five runners in day. glo safety clothing run across the footbridge to the island in the river., Who are they? 4-group of friends, maybe, doing something for their health at five thirty, running as stray coloured lights in the pre dawn grey.
'six in the morning.
Bus and short-haired, near shaven, driver today. The man with the hair gets his good merger • and the Yorma's service it's usual efficient self. Who was Yorma? No idea. She has a chain of railway station cafes named after her.
The small group with the gow mengen man; the pretty office girl with the black hair, the woman with the flat face and the pretty mosaic maker are all there today.
Could join them. Prefer to watch.
Train with the portable potable coffee.
Roll into the day.
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