22.July 20/6
Deep sleep ended by the sound of a tinkly melody. A melody that is hard to locate and not yet identified.
And then, yes it is the seaside melody, and it must he five. Get up, go to the bathroom.
Thought on whether the missing tooth should be dealt with today or next week. A fallen-out crown. Last night at dinner.
No, the dentist will have no time today
Shower, leave the house.There is a strange tight outside, looking up, see that the church tower has vanished into the
toot Hurry, late. And upon arrival at the bus stop, just in time for the bus. Just in Time. How casual.
Railway station, railway coffee, Served by a young girl
with fake lashes. There are only two behind the counter today. Take the coffee, put-a plastic lid on the paper cup, and go to the waiting room.
There is the Television, showing faded jaded reality, first aid services at work.
Take a pen and write the date. It is the twenty-second of July..
This story is now three years old.
As the train passes the spot where the two rivers meet, the Isar and the Amper the rich greens reflect in the water, which has turned brown and slow moving. Dark green landscape, trees, watery painters landscape.
A plain grey foggy background, that would save the troublesome. painting of clouds.
The last day of the week, going to work in an almost empty train.
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