The details of the morning are escaping, unfixed.

14.Jm-2016

Alter the mornings shower, in the hallway, the freshly

operated cat passes by. The poor animal, certainly it

does not understand what is going on.

gather the glasses, the mobile phone and the

wallet. Put on the jacket and leave the house by the

dusty stairwell. This is the same story as every

working day.

The alley is deserted, but for a large yellow

dumpster that the neighbours have set up in

front of the door. There will always be work

with these old houses.

Stop in the middle of the main street for a short

while. There are sun shading umbrellas in front of all the

cafe's in the street, they are furled now. There are

so many cafes, where do they get their customers from?

Never mind, at this hour there is no one there. Just this

pedestrian zone in it's early sunlight.

In the distance, see dolores picking her way through

the arch of the town gate. Say hello at the bus stop, she nods

The river is fast and full still, all that water from

the Alps and the  lower hills. The water looks green

in this light.

On the bus Dolores is sniffing at a small flower,

blue-colored. Maybe clover. She has her sad face on

today, much as on most days.

The details of the morning are escaping, unfixed.

There is little telling here.

The man with the pigtail, not smoking today, just walking into the station.

And the cafe is in chaos again.