the end of the week

31 July 20 is.

after the third beep the alarm is silenced by yours truly, yours daily. And off to the bathroom, a shower of warm water and use of soap and hair shampoo.

The teeth recieve their attention, and, yes, all the clothes too. The cat is on the bed, purring like a small machine. Find the comb in the bag, comb the hair.Two Bells-

The watch is badly set today, these hells are never too early or too late.

The alleyway is deserted, and for the first day in months. the streetlamps are lit.. It is cloudy, and the sun has not yet risen.

There are two men in business suits at the bus stop, they both make sure that they get on the bus first.

The pigtailed smoking man at the railway station is there, wearing three-quarter length shorts.

good Morning.

"Yuma's has the black haired girl with the white glasses at the service till. She does not get flustered anymore, and does not point the finger at customers any more either. Houstaahio and the 'Hedgehog are there, talking. And There are few other details, except that the watch still does not appear to be working just right. It may be the battery.

It is the last day of school before the holidays, there are fewer people about than usual, though the platform has a - busy crowd, closing in on the now arrived train, anon forming excited groups at every entrance.

        The sun has risen now.

        The landscape is lit by the orange morning sun, trowing it's orange light at a very flat angle over the landscape, enhancing the three-dimensionality of the view.

        All the facades of the houses facing east are brightly lit, they almost appear to glow. The chemicals factory at Moosburg passes by as the stop is announced, with the usual precise German directions to please leave the train on the right hand side with regard to the trains motion. The doors do not open on the other aide, but there will always be people who try.

        A group of holidaymakers, recognisable by their luggage, get up to leave the train in preparation for the Frei sing stop, now easily ten minutes before the train gets there. They are all in  warm jackets, possibly to save baggage.

They appear to have no routine, they are unused to travelling in trains. They are excited, and are talking into each other untiringly, nervously laughing and giggling.

        All change at Freising, all these for the airport,

all those for local trains.