15 sep 2014
switch fumbling, keep off, bedside lamp on. Monday
Slower and wash and shave, shoes bag watch and glasses.
The street sleeps in the dark, there is no trace of dawn any more.
A marmalade cat walks by the church, as seen on friday at the same time. The cat has a regular round.
There is one truck in front of Maveis bakery, and no one at the bus stop. The automatic notice board shoes two busses in its yellowish orange letters.
Maybe the timetable has been charged.:
The bus driver has changed from the last time.
The station's plaza is deserted, not even a single smoker to be seen.
Both waitresses say good morning simultaneously, and break into laughter. It is a quiet monday. The bonus card is full today, the coffee is free. Hedgehog and Moustache! are both talking at their regular table, they are joined by the blackbird, haired handbag girl. They talk of others who are on holidays, or -ill, or.... not there anyway. The longhaired smoker with his pigtail is now there, friendly, good-humoured, in his short-sleeved way... The train is a few minutes late... When-it-comes in, at eight minutes past six, it is full. There is not a single seat free.
After Hooting there are people Harding, there are many more people than usually..
The dark pre-dawn light starts to show before the train reaches Freising, it having caught up with the lost time.
apart from the brief flicker of the winter time change, it will be dark in the mornings untill next year.
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