day four, year two week eight

11.9.2014
silence the beep direct from sleep. Shower half asleep. Find clothes get dressed, leave the house. Almost in one movement.
Late today, later than usual. The bus and its loquacious driver.

He takes his money and wishes good morning. 

There is no smoker in the square. Anastasia smiles good morning too!

        The Hedgehog's hair has grown, he no longer looks like a hedgehog.  Moustaehio! as badly shaven, as ever. The brown haired black coated woman is wearing a yellow scarf, matching the paper cup in front of her... Yorma-yellow scarf...

        The train will be diverted, because of a broken bridge.. long before it reaches Munich. As the announcement is made, there is a loud scream from the platform's end. Probably someone who has just understood that their plans need to change.

The darkness outside is broken by the orange lights of the sodium street illumination. There are occasional mercury-vapour-lamps, and vehicle headlight, but most of the lights are there radium lamps, with their narrow cut spectrum of reddish-orange tight.

Some minutes later, as the Train reads approaches Moos terry, the sky starts to tighten. The day will be overcast, The weather forecast predicts colder weather. November will be colder. And February will be revolting as in every year.

The months in between may have their moments.

In Marsburg the train fills with further passengers, before it accelerates into the rapidly brightening day.

The houses outside glow blue in the dawn light, Those that are white, glow. The others jus look depressing.

The roadside trees bordering the federal road look like a toymakers dream, a phony landscape in silhouette...

Freising will be its usual welcoming self, with early morning faces on people rushing and pushing to be on time. To be on time for a delayed train.