five fifty

4.7.2074

        'Early morning, brighter. open window, finches outside. Sleep does so want to stay, or must the body he rudely wakened at this strict hour? Five fifteen, a quarter of an hour spent in half-unconscious dreaming. Hurry now. the bathroom, the socks, shoes, coat. Short sleeved shirt, it will be filthy hot today.

        A single singular pigeon in the street. Black and white feathers, asymetric. Dazzle colours, like a warplane,. Nervous bird, flies off down the road.

        Around the corner there are hundreds, clearing up the  dropped leftovers of the nights entertainment in the beer garden.

        The  Friday market is setting up again, the fish truck from Hamburg, cheese vendors, Vegetable produce. It is all there for a few hours today, will be gone by afternoon.

        good morning lady- All in black today with a big weekend suitcase.

        Bus driver friendly, drives carefully..

        Anastasia efficient at the cafe.She is easily the fastest, and does not waste time in idle chatter.

'Breakfast at the bistro table and am joined by a fearless pigeon, wandering between the table, casing the joint. The disappointed bird wanders out again.. after not finding any edibles on the floor..

This day is going to be very, very hot. The sun is already heating despite its low angle. Steam and mist have  been almost driven off the fields. The sun is not a friendly 0rb glowing through the morning clouds today, it is a bright, inimical  ongoing nuclear flame in the sky. It will not just illuminate the day, it will burn it.

Train full of people on their first day of holidays, fleeing the local sun to go to the beach somewhere.

Freising on Friday. "Two recorded announcements, identical for the last years.