10.3.
the waking melody barely escapes from the
mobile phone. it is so quiet. The volume on
the machine was accidentaly turned down yesterday evening.
Five minutes late, shower, shave, look at
the orchid, pat the head of the attentive cat There is no time this morning, find clothing in the wardrobe, and brush the hair. check the
contents of the carry bag, all is inside that will be needed today.
Leave the cat forlorn on the stairwell. She looks sad, her big black eyes staring as she sits erect on the stairs. Cats are very elegant.
Dry and cold, the weather. There are barriers in the street, the thoroughfare has been blocked by a very large digging machine. Pick a way around this hindrance, and on past the church.
At the corner of Mainstreet and church alley walk into two people, one coming from the right, one from the left. A man with a rucksack and a young woman with ripped knees on her torn jeans. The three of us stop. Look up, and then pick a way around each other. The strange thing about this meeting was that' it occurred at an empty street corner in an empty street. There were no other people about that morning, none at all. Later in the day there are hundreds. Yet by chance the only three people around within centimetres of a collision.
At the bus stop, Dolores and the bog cotton man. The teacher comes later.
The bus journey, with its five stops, is uneventful.
Smokers square at the station has two smokers, the pig tailed one and some other. The pigtail man says good morning, his daily morning cigarette, his routine. The cafe is empty, so the young dark haired little service young lady takes her time.
Oh NO pt No. No. Why not? Five minutes Tolerance and calm. are important... It is difficult. It is important to see the needs of others. It is necessary not to not just to regard ones own wishes. But where do we stay ourselves? The train, all hustle bustle boarding, people reserving seats for those yet to come. Be polite, there are enough seats.
And before we reach Freising, The frost dusted landscape is clearly visible, a grey occluded dawn view.
'The farmers have prepared their fields for spring, an extreme tidiness everywhere, under the uniform white dusting of the frost. Only the freshly ploughed fields are black, and the houses in the villages have plumes of smoke rising from their chimneys. The plumes all lean to the left, on account of a slight wind'.
Leave the cat forlorn on the stairwell. She looks sad, her big black eyes staring as she sits erect on the stairs. Cats are very elegant.
Dry and cold, the weather. There are barriers in the street, the thoroughfare has been blocked by a very large digging machine. Pick a way around this hindrance, and on past the church.
At the corner of Mainstreet and church alley walk into two people, one coming from the right, one from the left. A man with a rucksack and a young woman with ripped knees on her torn jeans. The three of us stop. Look up, and then pick a way around each other. The strange thing about this meeting was that' it occurred at an empty street corner in an empty street. There were no other people about that morning, none at all. Later in the day there are hundreds. Yet by chance the only three people around within centimetres of a collision.
At the bus stop, Dolores and the bog cotton man. The teacher comes later.
The bus journey, with its five stops, is uneventful.
Smokers square at the station has two smokers, the pig tailed one and some other. The pigtail man says good morning, his daily morning cigarette, his routine. The cafe is empty, so the young dark haired little service young lady takes her time.
Oh NO pt No. No. Why not? Five minutes Tolerance and calm. are important... It is difficult. It is important to see the needs of others. It is necessary not to not just to regard ones own wishes. But where do we stay ourselves? The train, all hustle bustle boarding, people reserving seats for those yet to come. Be polite, there are enough seats.
And before we reach Freising, The frost dusted landscape is clearly visible, a grey occluded dawn view.
'The farmers have prepared their fields for spring, an extreme tidiness everywhere, under the uniform white dusting of the frost. Only the freshly ploughed fields are black, and the houses in the villages have plumes of smoke rising from their chimneys. The plumes all lean to the left, on account of a slight wind'.
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