day two end of May two thousand and fifteen

28 April 2018

        Wake, the clock says it is ten fifteen. That cannot be, it feels wrong. Lights on, look at the watch. Victorinox says twenty five past five. Very late indeed. Rush to wash, rush everything.. Fresh socks, fresh pants, that is all. And move out. Nearly confuse the keys, taking the wife keys would be a disaster.

        Leave the house, listen to the birds. Hear the birds, no time to listen. Run for the bus, past all the shop people going to work.

        Dolores in on the bus already, she has paid. Morgen. Got on the wrong door, go to the front to pay the driver.

Now. the day may run its course, it is back on track again.

        It is Tuesday, there are many at the station, there is quite some activity. It is a strange day, a tuesday, deus day, chews day . Anastasia, efficient, has the coffee ready before  the words are out to ask for it. Big Blondy and Anastasia are reconciled. There is a young man there too, they are all speaking English for some reason. Their English is far from excellent.

A worker with curly hair, a man wearing artisans clothing, stands drinking his coffee. He is still wearing a winter jacket,  He has been in the cafe for weeks, always at the name time, long curly hair.

Silent. Same plastic bomber jacket too.

The promised change in the weather.is taking place, it is cloudy and damp. There is damp from the drizzling clouds on the front edge of the platform, Ath all the people standing about, expectant of the train. It is late, but why worry? fidgeting will not hurry it at all.

The day that has started' badly is now progressing. normally, boringly. We are late leaving LANDSHUT, roll through a landscape all fresh and green under a flat grey sky, to Moos Burg. So few people board there, the railway strike has taken its s toll, they must all be using their ears.

The day becomes increasingly overcast in these further ten mnutes to ''F reining.

The river Moosach looks well today, running parallel to the railway lines, all the colours are rich, the grass, green and the water slatey gray.

The street's wet.