day three, year two week nine

17.9.2014

        Beep-broken dreams try to keep Hypnos alive by telling lies and stories. But the beeping clock is persistent, and sleep fails. Shower and pill, wash teeth and brush hair. The wife is awake, she would rather be asleep.

When dressed and combed, leave the house. There are voices outside today, a young couple walks past hand in hand.

        at the philatelists shop a woman jogs past in the opposite direction. Her early morning exercises, like yesterday. Running intently, ponytail swinging from side to side with every stride.

        All the shop people crossing the bridge, to be seen from the early bus. They are discussing avidly, there is a new person in the group. The bus crosses the bridge and enters the Liwtpotd Hoarse, that long straight road heading almost all of the way to the railway station. The street is full of red traffic lghts, and the angry red brake lights, of stopping cars.

A mass of red lights in the, sleeping town.

        goodbye bus driver, hello to the ex-square pigtailed smoker.

        The cafe has friendly service, the same breakfast as every train-travelling workday,. The cafe girls are being intently questioned by a young russian, trying to make a more personal contact.

        Mioustachio! and Hedgehog, chatting at their table, to be joined by the blackhaired handbag girl, who takes a stool' to sit on, then handbag an her knees...

        Wait for the arrivals to leave the carriage, to be on first. a worthwhile experience... The light on the platform is all artificial now, there is no daylight yet. The train - full of commuters, all listening to their telephones and tablets, or reading.

        One writing.

        Dawn hours as Moosturg is left behind, the train progresses at a slow pace through all the villages, almost stopping. Then actually stopping at a village  it normally never stops in.

        Langenbach.... A very quiet voice on the speaker says that there are delays in the service because of a damaged signal.

        We may he late to work today.

        It will be dawn in Fneiring,  a silent autumnal dawn. The coffee cup of paper was crushed and put into a waste receptable before the train arrived in Moosburg.

        These notes are written before it has reached Fry ising.