1.10.14
open the window at three, listen to the rain splashing in the yard, a relaxing sound. Disturbed sleep tonight. No remembered dreams, Hear Martins bell at four, they do not ring after midnight until then . Lets people sleep. There are enough other bells sounding in all of those other towers in the town.
get up and shower at five. It is dark out, of course; and the pain has stopped. Find clothes and a fallen Euro. lights out, gather the things in the Hallway.. Listen, the rain has started again.
Umbrella fumbling leaving for the street, two bells from Saint Martins. The street is full of shiny cobbles and puddles, the surfaces of which are constantly in movement, dimpled by the impact of the raindrops..
Streets are empty of people today, the rain has stopped today's play.
The woman at the bus stop, with her leopard skin print scarf is in the shelter today. Shop girls pass, carrying umbrellas, sharing them too. The rain is an insult to them. A driver of a motor-scooter passes by on her vehicle, wrapped in a plastic raincoat.
The bus is late, just a bit,.
The station bare, smokers have retired under the porch awnings,. A girl most similar to the one yesterday is serving in "the cafe, but this one smiles all the time, and is very fast indeed. An Anastasia. Moustachio!, Hedgehog and The long haired bag girl are there, idling on their barstools.. On leaving for the train hold the door for the one following.
She says
"Thank you."
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