First of August

Get up and shower it is a weekday, a day to  work on.
Hot water to start the day with, more than a ritual cleansing The clothing from the wardrobe, check that the keys, the wallet, the mobile telephone, the pen and the paper are all in the bag.
Also the small camera lens.
And the plastic envelope with the photographic cards in it.
And the umbrella.
All complete, all ready to go.
The streets are lit, the lighting is still on, it is not really light yet.
At the town gate the lights all go off, it is now light enough to see by.
Apart from some pigeons, pecking at the cracks in the pavement, between-the cobblestones, the bus stop is deserted.
wait, look at the pigeons and the sea galls.
It da not appear to be the right season for ducks, they are probably up in the cooler north.
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The bus driver is a novice, a trainer behind him seeing that everything has been done right, and that no mistakes are being made.
There is the smoker at the station, Good Morning, hurry past.
Wait at the cafe, there is the young girl with  the Base dow eyes, all on her own, serving all, after all is done go straight out to the train, it is waiting.

Now in the train, the train waiting on platform four.
There are a few people to be seen standing on platform six, the usual platform, the one mentioned on the timetable.
They are waiting for a train that will not come, and there is no-one to inform them.

Wave.
Strange looks.

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Sunlight at a low angle, illuminating fields and houses.
A clear blue sky, apart from a few small fluff clouds.
A day to go to work on.