day five week forty six morning notes

6 Jun 2074

the light from the window, slowly brightening does the job that the mechanical dock did all winter. The width of jure, the sixth of june. Shower, the cat crows loud. The cat is not keen on its food today.

leave the house, into a bright morning with deep blue skies. It is cool, but there is promise of increasing warmth during the run of the day.. The church of st. Martins

is already orange with the risen sun.

The rumble of a diesel landrover breaks the peace of the day, a city landrover, a frustrated driver. Last night he got a parking ticket, he found it this morning

One pigeon at the graveyard, and eighteen by the bus stop.

A police car passing scatters les grand souris de l'air en passant, but unlike pawns, They return. A single duck eats the crumbs by the river.

        The bus arrives, no good morning lady. The drivers ticket machine works today, money away.

The smoker in his square, the girl in the cafes has more customers than she can deal with.

She shouts for Anastasia, and in no time at all, these customers are served and happy.

        The butter and salt on the fresh pretzel are nice today, the last time for the next two weeks. With.

Whitsun blooming, there will be no school for the son, and a break from work for the father...

The breakfasters all leave for the train, it is on time. This daily exercise. will change its tune for two weeks, the daily routine of these rituals in their daisy constant uniform- allowing only the smallest and safest changes will give way to an unknown and unplanned sequence of events.

Foggy retrospective will not help, for the  picture of the past as distorted by memory's lens will be a poor guide to the future. Repeating mistakes will not improve matters, but forgetting them is a recipie for future disaster.

The train has left Marbury behind 'now and is speedirg through Langenbach and Hayling.

The whole carriage is filled with flickering yellow and green light from the sunlight on the trees and . fields.

AN rise for F reining, the town of the past turned to village of the future.