21 April 2016
switch off the mobile phone, stop its noise, noise that is just there to waken. The orchid in the bathroom seems to be getting better now, perhaps because it is warmer. Find a new pair of trousers, the zip on the last pair had broken, this was embarassing..
Having washed in the morning, and the cat let out into the yard, the contents of the bag checked, leave for the street in. what feels like first light. A dark blue sky. The second hand shop opposite is showing a tailors dummy in a pink dress in it's window. The workmen changed their enormous digging machine for a smaller one, more suited to the narrow streets.- The blue pipes with their black insulation have already been laid out in these trenches.
It is a cold morning, a cold dawn., a clear sky. Good morning at the bus stop, Dolores a picture of misery. An almost full moon has risen in the west, over all the houses, these houses all probably still holding sleeping people. The teacher is taking his morning picture of the town gate using his mobile 'phone.
The smoker at the station, studies at his usual place. Coffee, the service slow and clumsy today. time for a danger here. There are other coffee shops in the station.
The just-risen sun is illuminating the railway platforms, the station now full of goods trains. Thousands of cubic metres of ethanol in an endless chain of tank wagons carrying their cylindrical containers. Another train loaded with articulated tracks, travelling by rail, maybe on their way over the alps.
As the train to Freising, our train to Frasiwg, comes into the platform it has the usual mass of people following its walking-pace progress along the platform. A passion for being the first in the queue!
Before Mooshurg, the visible landscape, visible now after the winter. The damage caused on the river banks by the protected beavers, all their felled trees lying in the river, rotting. They are like a remainder of an ancient monument, like ancient ruins with their pillars lying fallen on the ground.
It will be a clear day, maybe a hot day. There is still dew on the fields, glistening pale and frosty in those places not yet reached by the rising sun.
switch off the mobile phone, stop its noise, noise that is just there to waken. The orchid in the bathroom seems to be getting better now, perhaps because it is warmer. Find a new pair of trousers, the zip on the last pair had broken, this was embarassing..
Having washed in the morning, and the cat let out into the yard, the contents of the bag checked, leave for the street in. what feels like first light. A dark blue sky. The second hand shop opposite is showing a tailors dummy in a pink dress in it's window. The workmen changed their enormous digging machine for a smaller one, more suited to the narrow streets.- The blue pipes with their black insulation have already been laid out in these trenches.
It is a cold morning, a cold dawn., a clear sky. Good morning at the bus stop, Dolores a picture of misery. An almost full moon has risen in the west, over all the houses, these houses all probably still holding sleeping people. The teacher is taking his morning picture of the town gate using his mobile 'phone.
The smoker at the station, studies at his usual place. Coffee, the service slow and clumsy today. time for a danger here. There are other coffee shops in the station.
The just-risen sun is illuminating the railway platforms, the station now full of goods trains. Thousands of cubic metres of ethanol in an endless chain of tank wagons carrying their cylindrical containers. Another train loaded with articulated tracks, travelling by rail, maybe on their way over the alps.
As the train to Freising, our train to Frasiwg, comes into the platform it has the usual mass of people following its walking-pace progress along the platform. A passion for being the first in the queue!
Before Mooshurg, the visible landscape, visible now after the winter. The damage caused on the river banks by the protected beavers, all their felled trees lying in the river, rotting. They are like a remainder of an ancient monument, like ancient ruins with their pillars lying fallen on the ground.
It will be a clear day, maybe a hot day. There is still dew on the fields, glistening pale and frosty in those places not yet reached by the rising sun.
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