day two week forty four year two

A sound sleep ended by the sound of the yelping timepiece. Black sleep, black night. In the bathroom, listen to the shower: of rain outside.

gather all the things needed for the day, the workday, this Tuesday.

        Turn off the lights, and notice that the wrong band of keys is in the pocket. fix this, and then leave the building.

The streets are wet, the rain has reduced to a tight drizzle. The grey raincoat is on, ready for worse, not in the hope of betterment.

        'A man surreptitiously puts a plastic bag into one of the rubbish bins that await collection later. They are lining the street, each one jealously decorated with the name of its user. The bins are small, a consumer society has much that needs to be disposed of. People are possesive of their rubbish space, it is in short supply.

        Birds at the bus stop are loud today. It may be only me, but it whistles and calls. Today early underway, the bus number four passes: Dolores arrives,

good Morning.

The regular run of things again after that very long weekend, and from the vantage point that the bus offers  the belated Turkishdonner women are visible, the one wearing tights’ with a black and white leopards kin- pattern. forged for elegance, forced fit, long gone youth.

Things that are the name appear different. Today. Anastasia has found favour with her sooty eyelashes, bright and cheerful, definite and clear. A person made for leadership leading the team in a station cafe. beautiful fair hair and pitch-blackened eyebrows.

M oust achio drifts around, indefinite. Hedgehog is not around today, he is off on hisholidays. Time is slow today, who knows why.

The train is late, the platform full. The black cloud. belonging to the early morning rain shower is withdrawing into the distance, followed by the Rosenheim diesel train. Things are different today, a yellow sky now.

There is a sense of tension, though nothing is happening that does not happen more or less daily.

The coffee is finished, the cup disposed of, the mosaic maker passes on the  way to her friends.

A stranger wishes me good morning.

The train arrives. It is late.

Remember the name of the shop at the Landings Gate.

Oro Vita. 

Jewellers and Watchmakers.