15 April 2016
..... smother the seaside melody with the right hand, swipe other the mobile phone.
Awake, night clothes off, and into the bathroom,
shower brush the teeth, and return to the bedroom put on the day clothes, comb the hair, make ready
for the day.
The first ten minutes elapse almost in sleep.
Let the cat in from the corridor, she butts her
head against legs of chairs, legs of human, and
corners of furniture.
Scratch her poll whilst waiting for Martins bells.
scratch her poll again whilst waiting for Martins bells.
The cat follows down the hall, and looks an disappointed, she is not allowed out into the street. The street is being increasingly destroyed by workmen laying the pipes for the town's centralised heating project. Market day is today, a mass of vans and stalls, people move across and acriss in the square, setting up their stands, arranging their wares. It is to be a good day today, and there are more market stalls than there have been over the last winter months.
Sorrowful dolores has her place at the bus stop today. good morning.
The sky is brightening fast, even at five forty in the morning as cars speed by on their way to their drivers workplace.
The town gate is still sombre in its bath of sodium illumination. The onibus, the payment, and the first. two kilometres of the day.. Upon leaving the bus, there is a near collision, Two men with short white hair. Both take a step to the right. Then to the left. Then confusion. Then to the left. They remain steady, studying for a second, laugh → apologise- Early morning dance.
The smoker is standing at the ashtray And Yormas is Back order, there is a new brew crew there, and everything works again,
There is a sunrise visible as the Train arrives.
By the time the train has reached Freising it is already bright, the sun has risen and is setting the ex eaves of the roofs ablaze with orange light.
Those roofs of all the houses out in the country between the towns.
The cat follows down the hall, and looks an disappointed, she is not allowed out into the street. The street is being increasingly destroyed by workmen laying the pipes for the town's centralised heating project. Market day is today, a mass of vans and stalls, people move across and acriss in the square, setting up their stands, arranging their wares. It is to be a good day today, and there are more market stalls than there have been over the last winter months.
Sorrowful dolores has her place at the bus stop today. good morning.
The sky is brightening fast, even at five forty in the morning as cars speed by on their way to their drivers workplace.
The town gate is still sombre in its bath of sodium illumination. The onibus, the payment, and the first. two kilometres of the day.. Upon leaving the bus, there is a near collision, Two men with short white hair. Both take a step to the right. Then to the left. Then confusion. Then to the left. They remain steady, studying for a second, laugh → apologise- Early morning dance.
The smoker is standing at the ashtray And Yormas is Back order, there is a new brew crew there, and everything works again,
There is a sunrise visible as the Train arrives.
By the time the train has reached Freising it is already bright, the sun has risen and is setting the ex eaves of the roofs ablaze with orange light.
Those roofs of all the houses out in the country between the towns.
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