complicated

Dec 6, two thousand and sixteen.
Sleep was deep, and the awakening was rude. That is all, gathering the clothes for the day, ret the art, who rolls over onto her back.
Take the little camera today,
It is complicated, it will be necessary to get used to it.

It is cold in the street, there is a large grey household rubbish container on the street. It is inn day today...

Walk through the town, see Dolores heading towards the bus stop. Say good morning at the bus stop, it is bitterly cold today. So cold that it is uncomfortable to stand still. The cold is felt as cold, regardless as to what a thermometer reading night show. There is white footing everywhere. Emoitofrio.

There seem to be fewer people at the railway station

than usual, say good morning to the service person in the cafe.

The man in the pale blue overall is at his usual place, with him good morning Too. His hair around his chubby face used to be short and spiky, it is longer and softer today. But the nickname' Hedgehog' may stick.

This is gust another workday, the first this week...

The man in the-seat opposite reeks of beer, he is sleeping. He belches once. He smells of cigarette smoke too.

That is one of the drawbacks of public transport.

One cannot pick and choose one's company.