day three week forty five 2015

3 June 2015

Alarm bells and pump. Both off. No antidepressants today, not for the last weeks. Shower and wash, like every day.

        The mobile ‚phone, the pen, and the refill for the pen.

        The run has risen and is covering the tower of Martins church in orange light, at least the

top half- The street itself is still in blue shadow, a soft light caused by reflection from the blue sky.

There is a man taking pictures with his mobile 'phone at the bus stop. The sunlit church tower has taken his fancy. The smoker, and the morning greetings. Morgen.

 Anastasia has the coffee ready before being asked again.The crowd about the Hedgehog's table are possibly the same as last year. A sort of annual recurrence. 

        But never mind the cafe today- go straight to the platform, as the train is in already. The maintenance work on the train lines will be done next week anyhow

Landscape views from the train have changed from Winters bare vistas to the green and

thriving vegetation covered fields and forests of early summer.

Because tomorrow is yet another holiday, the train is not of full as yesterday, as usual. Even the platform at Moos burg is relatively empty.

Pass the barn, with the big 'x' on the door, and see the marsh landscape down by the river.

These are all things that are there every day.

some things return year after year, some are to be had all the time, and sone things are only there once only.

But then, who is to know? Perhaps sone of these are just on a very long scale, like sunspots. Only every eleven years. Or other  astronomical phenomena.

at Freising, change for the slow train, the local city train. Listen to people holding forth on their mobile 'phones. Why do these people always speak in such loud voices? Must they shout over the othery? Across the ether

The train leaves F reining, passing over the flat pebbled fields left by millennia of river flooding.

And this is, yet again, the last workday of this week.