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Wakened by the seaside melody, get up., fail to turn off the mobile ´phone, swipe the wrong way.
Despair day, fight the bathroom door's defective door lock, a catchy, ill-fitting thing.
The shower will need to be descaled again, all of these things to be done, sometime. The shower is warm, wash the hair, wash the body, return the un-needed towel to the press.

It is dreary this morning, find the clothing, the wardrobe door jams. When dressed, sit down.
The cat jumps onto the lap, sits there purring.
Sit there for a while with the purring cat.

Then pick up the bag, put on the jacket and leave for the street.

The yellow waste bags are lying at the door post, soaking wet from the cold rain. The rain so cold that it cannot wash away the remainders of the snow left over from yesterday.

Down the alley there are road works, a monstrous digger has made big holes in the pavement.
So what,  it is wet, cold, miserable.
Grim weather.
O Tempo esta gruim- is that right?

Walk on down the glistening pavements, shiny cobblestones underfoot.

Bog cotton head and Dolores are at the bus stop, hello. Oh, just board the bus, anyway, pay the fare, what is the use of all this activity.
The bus man drives, Dolores looks sad.

At the station, the pigtailed smoker is out in the rain, short sleeved, baseball cap, smoking his morning cigarette at the designated smoking space. Getting soaked and not minding.

Get coffee from the slow service at Yorma's Cafe, and go to the table to write, and to sip sop from the cardboard mug.

there is a man singing in the hallway, drunk as a lord. At six on a wednesday morning. A groaning drunkards song. The man is dressed in a painters overalls, Leave for the train, everything and everyone is on time, despite the wetness of the day.


A young woman in black tights climbs the stairs ahead, black tights, black jacket, black bag, black shoes with blonde hair over her shoulders half way down her back.

Black
2 March 2016

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