like the rain clouds over the mountains that deliver no water to a famous city far away

17.11.2015

There is an orange cloud against a blue sky to be seen in the reflection of the sky in the window glass of the glazed balcony opposite. Light leaking in through the window is blue today, and in the background the sound of the sons preparations for school increases in volume.

stay in bed until the bathroom is free. Put on fresh clothing upon returning. The Velcro on the green brace immobilising the hand is losing it's grip....

The days spent at home are strange, work has been the prime absorber of time for the last years, those last twenty years. Or thirty, now that the mind looks back, no, thirty five years.

And now, a whole different time management. The left arm restricted, no real work is possible..

The daily dealings with fellow travellers and colleagues have stopped. There is no time on the train, and it is only now, after two weeks, that a routine is starting to establish itself.-

This may be a foretaste of retirement, due now in five years. Maybe it is a warning, nothing will probably turn out as expected..

The workings of this mind are shown superficially in these notes. A scratch on the surface, an attempt to show the reactions of this mass of synapse behind the outposts of ears, eyes, fingers and toes.

A working interface, Unfurling it's functionality as the day sweeps on.

like the rain clouds over the mountains that deliver no water to a famous city far  away