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Cool morning.
It is light outside, now, still.
Very still, there is no bird song.
The summer solstice has passed, the nights will be getting longer.
Got up, for today is a work day, there is a great deal of work to be done today: Knowledge courtesy of all the emails yesterday, all those postal requests.
Go and shower, a short shave.
The hair short now after the haircut yesterday.
.
The young hairdresser did a good job, fast and precise.
.
gather the items needed for the day, watch, glasses, mobile telephone, the wallet and the bag with the notebook in it.
This notebook.
It is a yellow bag day today.
There are plastic refuse bags in front at every house in the streets.
All the way to the bus stop.
They will all have been collected by eight.
Dolores, wearing slippers on her feet today, otherwise all in black.
The teacher appears out of the bushes, just as the bus arrives That is surprising, where did he come from.
?
get coffee in the railway station cafe, a large paper cup.
The television is showing some detective film, New York, many dead bodies in an office building.
.
But there is no sound.
The Rosenheim diesel train comes in to the platform directly outside the window of the cafe.
That train is always on time, and it's arrival we, that it is time to go to platform Number 6.
There are smokers on the platform, blowing their clouds into the morning sunlight.
The sun has risen just a short time ago, and its light is very yellow indeed, On the way to Hoostury Moosburg all the fields are lit from this low sun, all the green fcdlds, and the yellow fields.
There are no fields of wild flowers any more, is that the work of those chemical weedkillers, or was this always the case at this time of year?
some fields have already been harvested.
, under a sky covered in small fluffy clouds,
but-and there field of grain, yellow, with wild lupins growing What happened there?
It is ten years now that this train service has been the daily way to work.
The trains, the landscape and the passengers have all changed in that time.
Cool morning.
It is light outside, now, still.
Very still, there is no bird song.
The summer solstice has passed, the nights will be getting longer.
Got up, for today is a work day, there is a great deal of work to be done today: Knowledge courtesy of all the emails yesterday, all those postal requests.
Go and shower, a short shave.
The hair short now after the haircut yesterday.
.
The young hairdresser did a good job, fast and precise.
.
gather the items needed for the day, watch, glasses, mobile telephone, the wallet and the bag with the notebook in it.
This notebook.
It is a yellow bag day today.
There are plastic refuse bags in front at every house in the streets.
All the way to the bus stop.
They will all have been collected by eight.
Dolores, wearing slippers on her feet today, otherwise all in black.
The teacher appears out of the bushes, just as the bus arrives That is surprising, where did he come from.
?
get coffee in the railway station cafe, a large paper cup.
The television is showing some detective film, New York, many dead bodies in an office building.
.
But there is no sound.
The Rosenheim diesel train comes in to the platform directly outside the window of the cafe.
That train is always on time, and it's arrival we, that it is time to go to platform Number 6.
There are smokers on the platform, blowing their clouds into the morning sunlight.
The sun has risen just a short time ago, and its light is very yellow indeed, On the way to Hoostury Moosburg all the fields are lit from this low sun, all the green fcdlds, and the yellow fields.
There are no fields of wild flowers any more, is that the work of those chemical weedkillers, or was this always the case at this time of year?
some fields have already been harvested.
, under a sky covered in small fluffy clouds,
but-and there field of grain, yellow, with wild lupins growing What happened there?
It is ten years now that this train service has been the daily way to work.
The trains, the landscape and the passengers have all changed in that time.
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