Day four week forty-two of this blog 2015

30 April 2015

        Dreams of trains, rushing sound of wheels. Alarm, it is not wheels, it air escaping from the mask. Dreams do their best to protect sleep. This one failed, foiled by the alarm on the clock.

        Shower, and brush the teeth. Comb the hair, it is getting longer again. Haircut, at some stage..

        get the clothes on and stretch out on the led for five minutes more. Hear the two martins bells, it is time to go. Down the stairs and out of the door. Dawn lit street, hurry past the church, across the Oldtown street, down the Theater street, and there is the bus shelter, the bus stop, and Dolores within sitting. guten Morgen, Nod. Morose woman.

        Birds are calling Thier early morning messages to each other, from trees and gables and electrical wives spanning the street.

        The bus comes, its headlights catching the very light rain. Pay, and read the local news from the ticker under the advertising screens in the bus.. A man threatened another with a knife for the sake of a glass of beer. Volkswagen dealers will spend three point one Million Euros extending their premises..

        How nice.

        Smoker, pigtailed, outside his squire. Rebellious man of riscty years, or thereabouts.

        Anastasia is happy today, wishes a good weekend. Holiday tomorrow. First of May.

        'Hedgehog is talking to a man with long lair and a beard on his chin, a long beard from The point of the chin. A Viking type of gothic man talking to a Hobbit. They are chatting about building techniques...

        and so to the train, which was delayed today.