day one, year two week seven

clock on the floor, turn the sound off. Tablet, water, shower,

all in order.

Black trouser day.

Monday. Streets dry.

Set the hall dock, and eat an apple.

such is one way to start the day.

On the daily path to the bus stop pass the leather shop. It still has lights left behind by the importer of LED's from Poland. It is a pleasant store, constantly changing its display.

        Past the church, in the main street, a woman struts across the cobblestones in white high heeled boots, jeans, and a white leather jacket.

        Just before the town gate Here are too women with rain clothes on, smoking and chatting. And at the bus stop two more approach, the one singing her troubles away.

        loudly..

        The smoker is at his square, stroking his mart phone. He does not look up. Leave him alone, undisturbed.

        The Yovmas person is new on the job. He is quickly flustered, trying to multitask, without even being able to do one thing right at one time.

        Wait for my coffee. Anastasia comes over and gives it to me, a big smile and good morning. 

The day is saved. The Hedgehog, the black haired girl with the handbag, the shop woman, are all there. They are joined by the mosaic maker, in a fresh overall

        Holiday Times are drawing to an and.

        The winters workpeople are on board today.

There are more people on board today.

as well.