flock of ducks

21. February 2017.
The cat is silent today, it just rests on the bed and sleeps. Shower, get up, brush the teeth, check the bag.
All is confused today.
But so what.
Put the mobile telephone into the shirt's breast pocket and then leave the house.
Spend a moment looking at the newly decorated window of the shop opposite, the second hand clothes store. The owner takes great care to keep the window of her shop interesting.
At the end of the alley there is a dump track, loading the waste from the public house at the corner.
It is there on Tuesdays, and maybe one other day in the week, Doing it' s job, tended to by one man.
Walk behind Dolores, the older woman is walking slowly today. Arrivéd at the bus stop, she looks over her shoulder, and gives a bright  "good morning".
all at the people there yesterday are there today as well, there is no need to list them.
A small flock at ducks down on the path by the river. They are just sitting there in the orange glow of the sodium street lighting.
Take a picture at the town gate, just for fun.
Board the bus. he the last on board, pay the fare exactly.
The next things are to order a cup of coffee from the Indian girl in the railway station cafe, to say good morning to the man called Hedgehog. He is wearing a green overall today.
Write these notes, and continue to write them on board the Munich express train. A steady rush for fifty kilometres, change twice.

The man with the blinking LED lights on the cuffs of his trousers sits down opposite. He . is tired, he complains of having had early shift for the past two weeks.
Tired, unconcentrated.
The year is slowly turning to a spring.