day three, year two week eight

See the dim predawn light, or is it the reflection of the waning moon?
Get up, bathroom and shower, shave. Find the watch and the recovered glasses. Top button gone on the shirt.
Out of the door , down the street. Philatelists shop with numismatic supplies in the dim street lights and the light from the moon that was full early yesterday morning. Kitchen supplies, perfumes watches and books.
No grocery store available.
The light from the moon is still bright.
As the bus approaches, so does one of the group of office people. A woman with short dark hair. She looks angry. The rest of the group pass some seconds later, discussing. Discussing what? A five forty AM fight?
The bus driver gets the change confused. He is the man with the glove again.

The smoker at the station has one conformist foot inside that square. The other foot remains outside.

Yormas are friendly, but tired.

A pigeon walks into the café.
It struts about.
The Hedgehog looks.
The brown haired woman looks.
The pigeon struts out again.

Leave the cafe and the pigeon for the platform.
The train leaves Landshut station in its turn.

Rolls out through a landscape that appears to be darkening before the dawn.