smell of flour

Fsept 2016

No wish to go to work today.
none at all

must be done.
A warm shower, soft shoes and
a fresh

shirt

The cat yawns and stretches, from the bed where it

has lain all night.

collect the items for the day, the earphones for The

language lessons It will be a long time before Portuguese

is fluent, but a small amount every day may help.

There is the sweet smell from the bakery in the

stairwell. This pleasant smell of flour, baking and

sugary things is all over the red quarter of the

town in the morning. Bread, croissants, pastries.

They start at four.

A young woman strides down the alley.. She is

tall, and is wearing tight trousers. And she is in a

hurry, her long hair swaying over her back.

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Say 'guten Morgan to the lady from the Discount

Bakery. She is unlocking the doors to the premises

A police car passes the bus stop, slowing as it

sees this solitary person in a dark jacket,
and Then

moves on, passing the archway into town, nearly

colliding with a cyclist who happens to be coming The

other way.

The teacherman arrives, a young man with a

protruding stomach. Let him board the bus first.

The bus driver, a grumpy man who gives change and tickets
-He takes it out of the

machine and reaches it over.

Good mornings at the railway station, the cafe is

well visited today. The baldy man, friendly, is 

helping out, and-

A large coffee, a flickering digital television set, a

documentary about China.

And amid the noise of footsteps and wait for the time when the train has moved into

its place on The platform.

It is dark, dawn just a hint.

A few hours later, in the evening, the light will be

dimming again

This is the start of the season where the work part of

every weekday is during daylight and the private

part of the day is spent in the dimness and dark.

For six months, half a year.

Aproaching the winter solstice, three months, the time at work is spent during the light part of the day, and free time is all dark then.