3.8.2015
It is still predawn dark, the clerk in the clock ends the dreaming of work never to be done, of examinations never to be taken. The mask worked well, still the machine only registered four and a half hours sleep. get up for the bathroom, this regular daily event, wash, shower and shave.
Meet the cat in the passageway, she has hopes of food today. It is much too early. She sits down on the bed, watches, and purrs.
Dress for the day in the remaining darkness, check the contents of the bag, and leave the house. All of the streets are filled with a pre-dawn rosiness, the lights are still on.
A young woman smoking a cigarette approaches making her way along theater street.
A man eating a banana is at the bus stop. He is wearing a straw hat..
The church ofsaint Martin's stands out clearly again the morning sky, the little camera sees the clock on the tower as a face.
The wheels on the river are not turning any more due to the sluggish current in the river, the water
level has sank due to the lack of rain over the past weeks.
The man with the straw hat, upon finishing his banana, commences smoking a cigarette.
And there is insufficient charge for the bus driver, he must change a note.
The coffee at the station is disturbed by the piercing question of 'Alles?' from the girl serving, the one with the black hair and the white glasses. She makes this query after having served each and every customer. She is not calling for Alice, as non-Germans may think, she is asking "will that be all?"
That would wind better than the peremptory Alice. Ah……. now she has a name, let us call her Alice. As a regular guest here, she deseves a name.
The train is in really punctually, and there are fewer people than usual. The holiday reason has tasted.
And upon reaching free sing, the fog has lifted and the sun has it's innings.
There are no crickets yet, they will be around later in the month.
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