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ThursdayAugust 4

stop in front of the door, a picture of the church. Having lefthe house with all its alarm clocks and comforts behind. Realise that it is too early. The church and the lamps of night before it meant a nice picture.

Here it is.

The bus stop is deserted, the lights gone out. A bakery truck passes, a few cyclists. And all those early morning drivers heading to work.

There are few details today, the sun just risen by the time the bus arrives at the station. There is the friendly smoker with the pigtail, or pony tail.

After getting the morning coffee go straight out to the waiting train, and find a seat. The person in charge of the train has unlocked the doors early today.

Just before Moosiburg, the journey goes through a wooded landscape mss crossed by two rivers meanders. The rivers are lightly rippled sluggish meanders coloured a metallic grey green by the reflection of the sky and the trees.

A quiet scene for a painter.

After leaving Modbury, the rivers are all steaming, the fields are covered with low fog. As the train is elevated on its embankment, only the tree tops are clearly visible poking out of the fog.

This is a daily cross section of the mornings journey jus t as the day is breaking,. has broken.