day four week forty-seven 2015

8.6.2015

Bip- and the clock has changed from its slow beep to a higher frequency.

Black button, Silence. Take off the mask, it was a sound night's sleep according to the display.

Shower is too hot today, brush teeth and find fresh clothes. The little cat climb up the trouser legs as far as the jacket, then suddenly realises that there are heights to be scared of. Walk over to the bed, and' it jumps' into the soft bedding. Fresh clothes today...

And on in this course, leave the house, locking the door, as every day, every workday. There is a new plaster hopper in front of the building site, this probably contains the plaster for the facade.....

On the way through the town gate, look up to watch a flight of six swans fly vast. They are huge birds and seem to be flying  purposefully downriver. They are in a Vee formation, with two on one arm of the Vee and four on the other.

There are two taxis and ten pigeons in front of the town gate. The bus driver is friendly and dark haired. There is no smoker in front of the station, and dear Anastasia asks whether a tattered buttered pretzel is wanted today-

        Surprise.

No way.

The brown haired woman is talking to Hedgehog, later to be joined by Moustache. They are chatting quietly at their table.

The small train from Rosenheim is in, and it is time to go. The station has two cargo trains stopped at the platforms, a fuel transport returning to Austria.

A young woman looks up, and asks the way to Munich?

"Just follow the crowds'.' She is from Africa, and her English is not great. Perhaps she has misunderstood that for a piece of second world war slang.

The train is packed, the mosaic maker looks angrily on her way to her favourite place at the head of the train....

And so the journey proceeds, via Moos burg,

-'change at Freisiwgq, change at Neufahrn,

So this day runs its course.